Own It

Some days, lunch is the ears, face, and neck of a dark chocolate Easter bunny - in October. Some days, you spill a mug of coffee all over your work chair and spend the rest of the time sitting on your rain coat (on top of said chair).  Some days, it's hard to articulate to someone else that it's because you care so much for them, not in spite of that fact, that you are saying no to their request.  Some days, you just really don't come anything close to average, and the only thing you are "slightly" is on edge, and on those days, you've just got to own it.

So today, on one of those days, I am going to own all the tiny hiccups that felt like tragedies, but I am also going to own all the tiny wins that felt like victories.

Some days, you wear a brand new green dress with pockets and pleats.  Some days, you get an incredible old penguin paperback of The Great Gatsby circa 1964 London in the mail. Some days don't begin and end as planned, and when that happens, you can have pancakes for dinner and go to bed earlier enough to be ready to try again tomorrow.