Showing Up

And at the end of the long days, the tough ones, I go to my shelves and I look through the physical manifestation of all that's been collected in my head and my heart, and I take a deep breath. I am a fan of words tucked in amongst ceramic fruit and wooden houses, tiny Lego figures in pink pig costumes, and turtles made by hand of green yarn.

Today made me feel like coming here might not matter in the larger picture of things, that just showing up to trot out a few words hardly anyone else will read wouldn't be worth the trouble. But at the end of this long day I remembered that just showing up is important, even if it's only for yourself, so I went to the shelves and I pulled out a few books and read a few lines, I picked up the tiny plastic dinosaur that rests on the small wooden Statue of Liberty but never wants to stand up, I dusted off the photo from the week we spent in the mountains, and I showed up for myself.