I try to be kind, and honest, and fair.
I try to be brave, to be really fearless, to leap from the cliffs of my fear down to the gurgling ocean of my own terror. (Usually this doesn’t work.)
I try to keep smiling.
I put a pencil between my teeth.
I let myself cry, regularly, sometimes in public.
The whole world opens before me and I throw myself at it like I can’t fail.
I cook and eat and eat because I love food like nothing else.
I try to go where I can’t hear traffic but I can feel the sun and slow growth all around.
I run because every time I run I feel myself going faster, and
it feels good to fly.
I tie myself up in fleshy knots and breathe deeply and call it release.
I read books in which nothing happens but everything changes and I feel so, so much.
I dance all night.
I see my family and remember how lucky I am.
I eat a whole pizza.
I drink a bottle of wine.
I open another.
I talk around in circles.
I write everything I feel, like it happened to someone else.
I visit new places.
I care desperately for the fate of our little earth, and I believe each of us has the power to save it.
I need your help, oh humanity, to save my world and keep life in the balance.