The Year of Yes

Today.

Today, I was a roommate, a patient, a girlfriend, a designer, a friend, a photographer, a mom, an ex-wife, a fan.

Today, I was nauseous. I was tired. I was lazy. I was surprised. I was uncomfortable. I felt pain. I laughed. I kicked my ass and stretched my limbs. I breathed into my belly. I took the long way home. I rolled down the windows. I turned the music up very loud.

Today, I remembered the past.

Today, I imagined the future.

And today, for a few moments, I stayed in the present.