‘She is’ - a little poem I wrote as I come to appreciate my own eccentricities and this grand story of mine. In October, I am leaning into self-confidence and authentic appreciation of exactly who and how I am in each moment. Join me if you so please!
She is
She is melted cups of iced coffeeThe 4th grade performance when she forgot her lines 1200 unread text messages - a “just saw this” 3 weeks late
She is a clean room and a messy car Self-tan stained bed sheets,A google-calendar color coded by the hour
She is a shelf of self-help books, each brimming with post-it notesCliche Pinterest quotes saved in a photo album for inspiration, Early morning wake ups, optimistic for a good sunrise
She is college-ruled pages torn out of notebooks when her handwriting waversA recovering perfectionist, she likes to sayNever stays sad for long
She is “I’m from just outside of New York City” - a traffic jam away from exaggeration Flushed cheeks and chattering teeth in 50 degree weather The trunk full of hand-me-down hoodies that sits at the end of her bed
She is the provider of an impassioned monologue “My social clock is running out” 5 minutes after getting to the party The extra strength melatonin on her bedside table to help her sleep
And somehow,
I’ve fallen in love with the unanswered text messages With the melted cups of iced coffee and their puddles of condensation And the haunting memory of the fourth grade performance
I’ve fallen in love with the messy carWith the drugstore self tanner on too-expensive sheets And the seemingly neurotic google calendar
I’ve fallen in love with the wisdom she draws from each book With the pinterest quotes she stumbles upon in her camera roll And the dunkin’ workers who ask what she’s doing up so early
I’ve fallen in love with the penmanship she once dubbed inadequate With her journey to authenticityAnd how she treats her heart so delicately
I’ve fallen in love with her suburban New Jersey town, and the drive into the city With the way cold gives her a natural blush And the collection of hoodies she prizes
I’ve fallen in love with her heartfelt soliloquiesWith her shameless admission of introversionAnd her commitment to her sleep schedule
And just when I think that this is all she is, She becomes something more. And I fall more in love with her.