Imperfect Angel
Last year I wrote about Wurtzel and how she inspired me to make a resolution of laughing and living and loving a lot. I guess I did, but in my own special way. I laughed, I lived (not just survived 2020, lived through it, enjoyed its minimalism and the rawness of emotions it brought with it) and I loved. The sea, the wind, the change, the lows and the highs. The inner kid got to play, learned to ask for help, was disappointed, got hugs, although not as many as needed.
This is a short text, because the words do not scream to be put on a page, even a virtual one. The inner kid is fine, revels in frivolity and well… being a kid, a spoiled princess, and an angel, albeit, like Wurtzel, an imperfect one. Is stubborn and vulcanic. Lives every single day. Enjoys the perfect little moments. Too few of these, but working on more.
A while ago, the Angel said ”Write!” and the Angel wrote: LOVE. These days, the imperfect Angel is not writing, because the sky needs watching, there are clouds making interesting shapes, there are flutters of snow. There is music to be faced. There are dances to be had, movies to watch, books to read. There is life to be lived, love to be given, laughter to sound out loud. There is still a laughing heart.
The resolutions still stand: laugh and live and love. A lot.