This month, I stepped out from behind my screen and shared something I wrote for Instagram. Out loud. “Salty and Bright” and “Dynamic Pursuit” had a coffee shop/poetry slam/performance night as a combined team and it was beautiful. Poetry was read, songs sang, dances performed… It was scarier than it probably should have been but I shared the following… and I found out I adore performing spoken word.
One Year
One year.
One year out of a lifetime is almost nothing.
One year is a fling, an affair; I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
But, unintentionally and unrepentantly… I fell.
Hard.
Beyond infatuation, my soul’s ablaze and I can’t escape.
The stress, the hurt, the dirt, the grime.
The joy, the laughs, the stories, the triumphs.
The challenge, the growth, the revolution, the friction.
The love.
This love.
One year, I promised…
One year of doing *this* and I would give you a lifetime of settling down and doing *that*.
That was the deal.
Let’s renegotiate.
Give me a lifetime of this
With you
And I’ll be content…
For I have found Him whom my soul loves
