Cookies for breakfast

I’m thankful that from time to time my inner child reminds me to do the things that I wanted to do, but wasn’t allowed to, like eat cookies for breakfast. Sometimes she pops up to point out, “Oh my god, a boy likes you!” when my SO of seven years smiles at me just right. She still likes to make blanket forts and play games. I’m thankful that she reminds me not to take myself too seriously and to remind me of all the dreams I had, however big or small, that I can really make come true. Although, I’m still trying to figure out how to become a “doctor artist.”

[from January 2021]