‘She is’ - a little poem I wrote as I come to appreciate my own eccentricities and this grand story of mine. In October, I am leaning into self-confidence and authentic appreciation of exactly who and how I am in each moment. Join me if you so please!
She is
She is melted cups of iced coffee
The 4th grade performance when she forgot her lines
1200 unread text messages - a “just saw this” 3 weeks late
She is a clean room and a messy car
Self-tan stained bed sheets,
A google-calendar color coded by the hour
She is a shelf of self-help books, each brimming with post-it notes
Cliche Pinterest quotes saved in a photo album for inspiration,
Early morning wake ups, optimistic for a good sunrise
She is college-ruled pages torn out of notebooks when her handwriting wavers
A recovering perfectionist, she likes to say
Never stays sad for long
She is “I’m from just outside of New York City” - a traffic jam away from exaggeration
Flushed cheeks and chattering teeth in 50 degree weather
The trunk full of hand-me-down hoodies that sits at the end of her bed
She is the provider of an impassioned monologue
“My social clock is running out” 5 minutes after getting to the party
The extra strength melatonin on her bedside table to help her sleep
And somehow,
I’ve fallen in love with the unanswered text messages
With the melted cups of iced coffee and their puddles of condensation
And the haunting memory of the fourth grade performance
I’ve fallen in love with the messy car
With the drugstore self tanner on too-expensive sheets
And the seemingly neurotic google calendar
I’ve fallen in love with the wisdom she draws from each book
With the pinterest quotes she stumbles upon in her camera roll
And the dunkin’ workers who ask what she’s doing up so early
I’ve fallen in love with the penmanship she once dubbed inadequate
With her journey to authenticity
And how she treats her heart so delicately
I’ve fallen in love with her suburban New Jersey town, and the drive into the city
With the way cold gives her a natural blush
And the collection of hoodies she prizes
I’ve fallen in love with her heartfelt soliloquies
With her shameless admission of introversion
And her commitment to her sleep schedule
And just when I think that this is all she is,
She becomes something more.
And I fall more in love with her.