Signs are posted of adorable children in creative poses and backgrounds. Yes, it’s that time of year - picture day.
Valentine’s Day just passed by and I accomplished something great. No, I didn’t have a nice romantic date, but I accomplished learning to love me more.
Superheroes exist in books and in movies, those creative spaces for our minds to escape; even if only for a limited time. Those drifting thoughts are a drastic contrast from my daily life, which isn't bad, it's just riddled with Starbucks coffee, cleaning a litter box, chasing a 4 year old and a random assortment of other things on the to-do list that make me realize that I am not actually a superhero.
Crumbs of goldfish crackers stuck to the mats in back. Odors of sour milk from my unfinished Starbucks fix. Binders, books, notepads, markers and pens from that time I tried to be a student again. Old newspapers and their ads, plus some scratched up CDs. Broken, melted chocolate candy bars from the secret stash. Coins, coins, oh so many coins. There’s that glove, hat and scarf set Eli could never find. Clothes from who knows when. Sweaters and a blanket just in case we run out of gas. And a bunch of other stuff I just didn’t feel like carrying up the apartment stairs.