You will be in this bun until you grow. I don't hate you...I just need to get past this length, so we can be happy again.
Dear Cooking Shows,
You inspire me to buy fancy cooking gear and aspire to beating cute children with my culinary skills.
I forget how delicious you are, until you hug my thighs. Can't wait to taste you back in Texas.
Dear April Showers,
You're early. Like Orpheus--and I, Eurydice, have desperately been seeking warmth.
Too many days and you have accomplished nothing. Mostly happy to report this, seeing as you have nothing redeemable to accomplish.
So much pride. You are a world I am happy to live in.
Dear Reading Apps,
You brought me considerable joy. For a moment, all of life's problems felt so easy a caveman could do it. Wish your monotonous voice was a little more literate.
Dear Chocolate Cupcake,
I'm obsessed with your itty-bitty torsos and toothless grandpa smiles. Your tiny hands and saucer eyes. I hope the air is breathable and the people are kinder when you are old enough to walk on your own two feet.
Tell me more about "tomorrow."
Dear Graduation Application,
You're real. I'm almost master of something.
When it rains, it pours. Good is subjective. Happy is a choice.
Dear Joshua Radin,
You sing pretty lullabys.
I am learning that I cannot make you happy.
Dear Spring Break,
Dear Last Night,
Some day, all of the thoughts that keep you up at night, all of the words that make you cry, all of the reasons you don't want to get out of bed...they won't be what you remember.
Dear Future Me,
Be kinder to you. Learn to let things go.
This is Me:
My name's Melissa. I'm the girl with her hands in her journal. Married to my best friend and planning a lifetime of adventure!