a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
It’s a lovely day and my window is open. Afternoon winds blow my prism about and rainbows dance around me. I am sitting on my bed in my pink bathrobe, last night’s pajamas, and a wrist brace. It’s five o’clock pm. I’m worn out. March came in like a lion, snatched me up in its teeth, and baby, did we run. Ragged. The challenges of this particular March are the type I will reflect on for years to come. The tears could fill a fish tank, I swear.
We’re wrapping up the month with a trip to see family. We’ll be driving through my home state of Kansas on our way from Colorado to Oklahoma. I’ll carry a camera and notebook, and of course, my pink pen. I hope to capture some stories for you. May this trip be restorative.
Hero. Typically a man? Not in my book. I am a heroine. I make myself. I write my story. I tell it bravely. Thank you for all the listening you did in March. Thank you for showing up as I did. Thank you for meeting me here.