darlings it’s been too long.
i’ve been remiss from my post.
like a rampant co-ed, unleashed on myrtle beach; caution and bra to the wind, my feet dangling, shot-gun, outside the sunroof, as i pass my number to the cutest boy in town; laptops and passcodes have been ebola virus loathe to me………until today.
glad to see you.
catch me up on you, as i french kiss this cup of dark roast.
is april treating you well?
like me, are you fist pumping the lilac-scented, morning air; HAPPY for warmer days and shorter nights; uber-thrilled with sunday’s episode of game of thrones? –if you’re not caught up…get OFF the internet now!
against type, {half-asian, allergic to daylight} i’ve been playing outdoors.
each afternoon, with hat on head, pocketing out new parts of town, i taste-test the sunshine, sampling all the radiance and jolly spring has to offer.
nothing too adventurous, typically it’s never more than a five minute stroll down a foreign street, or i’ll park somewhere farther away than usual; the perfect portion of fresh air and vitamin d—nothing more, nothing where i break a sweat or strap on sneakers.
this is me we’re talking about; i wear sunscreen to bed, i have zero desire to trek nepal, nor go anywhere requiring a compass or map. my version of SURVIVOR is a hotel without 24-hour room service.
competing with sunshine, for air time in my life, is sweet; there is a prolific amount of sweet going around town.
sweetness comes in all forms these days, and not just in my recent, key lime pie face-plants.
my easter basket of sweet includes the tall, the short, male, female, four-legged with whiskers, and a pulse-free, heart rate inducing nemesis keeping me up at all hours of the night.
and sometimes that sweet comes in the form of falling flat on my face, scraped-up knees and bloody elbows for souvenirs, accompanied with a wet-your-pants rendition of how it all went down.
my lesson there was that not all fences need mending. i tend to bloat my importance in other people’s lives. sometimes silence is the loudest and clearest message of all.
now it’s just a matter of me walking, breathing, & hip-shaking my new awareness.
but there’s still sweetness in knowing that although i may not have succeeded in an earnest endeavor, i’m still standing, loving {hard}, laughing {a lot,} and believing in the good.
i’m a sucker for a happy ending.
{don’t be nasty.}
and i get one every morning and every night…
{again keep it clean, guys.}
thank you is a happy ending.
a 45-second, out of the saddle, sprint, with the biggest, fattest gear, leaving me breathless, and wanting to vomit, is a happy ending.
lessons, even when they leave me tear-stained are happy endings.
the breath of a beast is a happy ending.
and every time i sit down to say “hello” to you, THAT is a happy ending.
wednesday happy to you my bunny rabbits; wishing you many happy endings…
love,
katie