tuesday morning, the 22nd of July (an exercise in being just where I am)

  I’m feeling a little bit sad this morning.


But in that way that is mostly sweet.


Like I’m just about to turn a corner and my body already knows and it’s scary and good but ripe with loss.


Because once that corner is turned, it cannot be unturned.


Like I’m shuffling towards something really important, but don’t yet know what it is.


And I don’t yet know if it’ll be enough.


And that makes me a little sad.


But good sad.


Because I think it might be.


And so I lick my lips and taste my own sadness and give thanks for its peculiar flavor.

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