Here’s to Thursday. Here’s to starting the day sitting on a deck overlooking the soupy grey harbor in Belfast, Maine, surrounded by stillness, the only sound the occasional bird call. This is everything I need, right here. This is perfection. Jordan strumming his guitar next to me breaks the silence. He’s writing a song, a funny song, and it makes me laugh, and his music and my laughter join the birdcalls. Cosmo lounges nearby, squinting on the verge of sleep. I am writing, and Jordan is making music, and Cosmo is here, and really, this is everything I need.
Here’s to finding a place where you feel like yourself, no matter how long it takes.