I Hope. Keep Hope.
It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.
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Healing Butter
I put the lid back on the peanut butter without thinking about it.Didn’t sigh. Didn’t narrate it to myself.Didn’t analyze it.Did the thing and moved on.Cleaned the spoon and got on with the day. Just noticed afterwards—Huh. I’m probably okay today.
The Loving Umbrella
𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺.𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴,𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. He doesn’t push her to talk.Doesn’t try to cheer her up.Doesn’t mistake action for love. He just stays close.Steady.Quiet.There. Because sometimes the most loving thing a man can dois hold the umbrella—and let her feel safe, even in the…
Tuesday Nights and Sunday Socks
You do the cooking? I do the cooking?You do the laundry? I do the laundry?You brush the dog? I shave the cat? Just details. What I’m after is the woman whose company makes the doings feel like the main event. A best friend who turns a Tuesday at the stove into a highlight of my…
Meme Foray
I don’t make good memes—I make ones that make me laugh. … Maybe you’re not missing.Maybe you’re just waiting for someone who sees your shape and understands how you fit.
I’m Not Waiting
Some women see stillness and assume it means he’s waiting.For her. For a sign. For permission.But stillness can be motion—just internal.𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯.
Yogurt to the Beans
To me, healthy love doesn’t look like a cycle of panic and grand gestures. It looks like a steady rhythm of small, ordinary evidences. It’s the regular heartbeats of showing each other we’re each’s other in all the small ways. Not a dozen roses because I’m “in trouble,” but materializing back at the cart while…
