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Birthday Brunch

Birthday Brunch

Regardless of my social ineptitude and longing for human connection, it was a delicious (and vegan) brunch at one of my favorite places. I woke up a little sad yesterday and that sadness followed me all morning and into the afternoon. Sometimes eating a roasted apple crepe with peanut butter and drinking a sunburnt white Russian on a sunshiny day does not negate whatever emotion nags in your heart. The sadness waned though in the afternoon, thanks to a massage, some quiet time with a book at a coffee shop, and a dinner out with my parents and brother. A bipolar birthday for sure.

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Table for Three

Table for Three

True story. But I feel the need to share my experience beyond the moment this poem captures. My dinner tonight was lovely. I treated myself to pizza and a beer at a brewery in one of my favorite parts of the city. I basked in the sun on the patio, cooling off in the 65 degree breeze after speed-walking around the park. I sat alone, but my evening was perfect. This poem is melancholy, but it is also a wish for my future, and I have faith it will happen. And because of that, I am not sad.