I don’t write poems anymore. I write press releases and other professional, grown-up things.
I don’t read novels. I read children’s books.
I don’t save my money to travel to far away places. I save my money for taxes, my son, and wonder what’ll be left when I retire.
I don’t chase after a perfect photo of a sunset through autumn trees. I wait for my child to let me take a good snapshot of him.
I don’t sing on stage. I sing in the shower.
I don’t dream about passionate romance. I think about all the ways my heart could be broken.
I don’t wait to be rescued. I know I’m the rescuer.
I don’t hold my tongue when something’s important. I don’t even hold my tongue when something’s not.
I don’t ponder “what if.” I think about what is.
I don’t dip my toes in the water. I stand in the breakers.
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