02/24/2018

A bead of sweat hung trembling from the tip of my nose. It dangled briefly before dropping to the towel under my feet. More sweat ran trickling down my spine and pooled in the corners of my eyes. I sighed in contentment at the sting. My head was beginning to pound from the combined effects of an ill-advised large caffeinated beverage, lack of sleep, and the heat. I’d been up for a while the night before in slightly worried anticipation for the day. I idly wondered why, if I was sweating so

02/17/2018

I am not the woman I used to be. I am a new woman. These statements are two ways of saying the same thing, yet they are drastically different in attitude. One statement is backward-looking; it cringes in the corner, sobbing over what used to be. Cowardly and whining, it negates all that could be good in this new life. The other statement is strong, powerful. I imagine that statement standing proudly on a rooftop over a city somewhere, cape billowing in the wind, surveying the new domain.