I stood in the champagne aisle at the liquor store fussing over the bottle of Rosé I was going to pick for about 30 minutes. I want it to be perfect. I want my friends to have a glass and smile and laugh and bubble over the way sparkly, airy glasses of Rosé command. We’re building a gingerbread house this Saturday. I’m not dreading it, which is amazing, because even when I like the people I’m suppose to hang out with I usually dread it right up until the very moment I get to them.
I have two deadlines coming up next month. One deadline in May. I have a trip to Cali in March and if I can squeeze it in, I’ll hopefully make it to the east coast for a few days before the big move. I am busy focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, with putting pen to paper, and fiercely loving my friends and family.
I trust the universe. I trust myself.
I trust, for now, this is enough.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.