me

sitting in a coffee shop writing is all my younger self has ever wanted to do and be and as i do those things i try to remember this and my younger self just hug squeezes it all so tight like “hiiii i am so glad to be here and see you and be you.  you’re doing great, honey!”  and those things make me happy.  kind of euphoric like happy but it’s only when i really, really think about it and intentionally set aside all my other mundane day to day things as a thirty-two year old and remember teenage jess is when i realize that this is all actually rather perfect and not mundane in any kind of way.  

l, js