This poem arose from a contemplation about hope, a writing prompt, and COVID-19 isolation.
I went for a walk because I thought it would be “good for me” to get outside and move and breathe fresh air. It turns out I needed more than that...
Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.
My mind goes places it has never gone before. A recklessness of thought that I could do anything, go anywhere, make any change.
I declared 2019 The Year of Vulnerability. TLDR: I got exactly what I wished for. 2019 was quite a year for me…
I'm back! I've declared 2020 my Year of Purpose, and a big part of that is having a "pointless" writing practice.
If you’re dissatisfied, unhappy, or have spent any time wishing that “things would change”, know this: you can design your life any way you want to.