A letter from Feb 05, 2025

Dear FutureMe, You're thinking about flowers right now. It's how you're coping. You're growing a garden in your head. You're finding the peace of nurturing what's in front of you. Are you letting go of everything needing to be just so? You're trying to feel ready. You're growing your nails. You're practicing your howls. It's only a matter of time. But the space between now and then feels hollow. How can you fill the waiting? You can think about flowers. You can plant seeds. You can push your hands into the dirt. You can call in your friends to dig, tend, and dream. You can have a now. Not everything is eventual.