more. more. more.

I wake up emotionally hungover from a long summer that’s really, only just begun. I stretch with wild enthusiasm. A friend told me to live loud and with vigor so I bring it out of my body with the waking of the morning sun.
I make coffee alone. Pouring over the sweet aroma with the bitterness that’s left inside of me. (for now)
Wash it clean with each sip of caffeine.
Wash it out of me like an herbal remedy.

I move another room over. Ponder the day ahead.
Reminisce the days before.
I wish there were an easy erase button. I wish for a swift fast forward.
But today the tears fall just as they should.
As do the words.
As does the hot coffee into my bloodstream.

I can’t imagine the days ahead of me to come.
How different it will all feel in a few weeks time. (so much softening to unravel)
How slow the pace feels in the moments where it all hurts the most
but leads to bigger, better, sweeter. In no time.
In no time I will smile without regret.
Laugh without remorse.
Shine without fear.

Dark clouds are parting for us all
and though they may hover a little longer
It is a promise we can all count on, soon.

Wait it out.
Count the ticking second time bombs. If you like.
If you must.
Make more of the little things to survive.
Make more. Make more. Make More.

(Love more. Love more. Love More.)