I Woke Up Slow

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…

Not all weight is a burden.Sometimes it’s proof—that she could finally let go.A man feels the absence of that.

It’s a heavy week. But even when it doesn’t feel true, you can still choose hope.

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏.𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵, 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.They wonder if he ever became the man she knew he could be.This post is for her. He was the one left behind, and so walked away.And yeah—it broke him,in ways he didn’t know he could.But it also sharpened him,softened him,shaped him. He didn’t come back louder.He came…

Some people don’t need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.