We went to a poetry reading last night at the sugar magnolia bakery the healthiest bakery in town. The poems were really great, many made me laugh. Some made me go oh wow as they forged a new link of understanding or shifted my perspective on something I thought was immutable or is it immovable?
There were no poems that made me cry.
One woman read a hilariously graphic love poem full of gruesome and gory details, it was like watching a slasher movie. I wanted to tell her what I thought about her poem, that it was delightfully ghastly, but lost my nerve.
I did approach two authors to tell my appreciation of their shared works and they were all like, who are you, what's you name, where are you from?
I was angry with myself for not even trying to write something. I am after all a writer an artist blah blah blah.
This ribbon goes to the person with the most consecutive, on time, attendance"
I am sorry that you feel those awards for participation are a threat to your child's first second third place trophy.
But speaking for the chronic, under achievers, those blue and gold or red and white ribbons are a testament to our willingness to just show up. Not everyone wants to be a champion, or, more likely, we all want to be champions, but there is room for only so many at the top.
I spent my whole life wanting to be good, or, if I couldn't be good, not trying.
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