Written in the Portland airport.
Who would I be if:
- I weren’t trying to be polite?
- I weren’t trying to please?
- I weren’t afraid?
Every time I peel away a layer, a reaction, an assumption, I find that there are still more stories to unpack. To quote the Indigo Girls, “there’s a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing someone else.”
Looking forward to my miscellaneous tomatoes from 2011 sprouting, among other things.