Effortless ish

All day

I had something existential

Written in my head for you

Reading John O’Donohue poems

About the end of things—

Life

Convictions

Careers

Relationships

Etc—

To the children

Sucking down popsicles

In the tub

(Don’t worry

Lasted about 1 minute

But it was still a good minute)

I wish I could say

Man, I’m really in an existential

Chapter of my life!

But

If you know me well enough

You know

I just cycle and cycle

Through thoughts on time

And every moment

Is a meaningful time

To

For example

Crane my arm backwards

While driving

To reach behind my seat

And touch my child’s hand

Oh feel that tiny hand in mine!

It’s really amazing!!!

How we are all so unique

My husband

Lives on the other end of the spectrum

Not sappy

(Except for his choice in music)

Not reachie-outie to touch anyone’s hand

And he’d never think

Oh! This could be the last time I hold this tiny hand. Cherish!!!!

Meanwhile

I’m popping the balloons

From my daughter’s first birthday

Sentimental about it!!!

I may have even hugged one.

What I’m getting at

Is that

It takes a bunch of weirdos

Silencing the noise

And embracing who they are

To fulfill their destiny

Can you imagine

Going through life

Never getting to be

Or express

Who you really are

Because you’re just like everyone else?

What a bore!

I sometimes think

Being unique means

Being like wayyyyyy out there

But really

It’s an ordinary thing

It just takes a little listening

And discipline

And bravery

To trust in the moment

And to follow the path

Of least resistance

(Doesn’t mean it’s not hard!).