I lost someone I loved a little over a week ago. Death makes me feel like a part of my soul has left my body and I never feel like I get it back. Maybe I’m blessed to love so deeply, maybe I feel too much, or maybe I’m just dramatic… no, I’m not. Since…
I’m grateful that I allow myself time to create because I love to. I’m grateful for the large cup of coffee, oat milk, and honey that I make for myself every morning, not only because it tastes great, but because it keeps my bowel movements consistent. I’m grateful for name-brand toilet paper because the bullshit…