I'm crossing things off my to-do list.
I'm looking forward instead of down.
I'm thinking that maybe I do have more to accomplish in this life.
I'm not done yet.
I'm feeling the faintest glimmer of ideas starting to glow.
So faint I'm hoping they won't fade away.
But enough that I know they're there.
I remember the first time I felt Iz kicking when she was inside me. The barely there butterfly wings lightly tapping the inside of my belly. I wasn't quite sure if they were real or hopeful imaginings.
That's what this feels like.
But I haven't had hope in awhile.
It's delicate right now. Translucent. A bubble floating by that could burst with a breath. A second of creativity. Of self worth. A moment remembering that my ideas are unique and powerful and valued.
Right now I'm cherishing the flicker. And hoping it decides to stay.