Less and less words.

 This is the longest we've gone since I've known you. You're not one with words, but you spoke more than we do now. 

And I hate it.

I know this was my call- I know what I want, what I hope. It doesn't make it any easier. 

It feels like a gamble, one I could lose big on. You could too, come to that. 

Gamble on me. Bother me. Choose me. Earn me. 

Or don't.

I'm gambling on you.

But let's be clear. No more grey. No more guessing. 

For all the missing, I'm less anxious. Not sure what that means either. 

This is where I can't be afraid of my dreams. Are you a part of them?

2020 piece of mind.

 Protecting my peace has come in forms I couldn't foresee. As a planner, it was downright frustrating.  In a year of challenges to everyone I know, we had to learn, adapt, decide.

For me, that was recognizing I am more than my job. I am me. Just me. 

Recognizing relationships that no longer serve- ones lacking empathy, and don't have my respect. 

Recalibrating my dreams to what I want, standing here and now. Not my past, or possible future self. 

Appreciating I'm flawed as I'm built, and loving the flaws that help me remain imperfect. They give me something to strive for. 

Reaffirming my reality is full of uncertainty. To hold the important ones close, to tell them, show them I love them. 

Crying is a superpower- emotional intelligence and awareness are gifts. 

After it all, I'm proud of who I've become, where I am. Even more excited about what comes next.

Finally, that Peter Pan has nothing on me. I plan to continue to cause good trouble. Good, memorable trouble. 

"She was already the sun and the moon, all by herself." -Up close and personal