what did you do?

Mo Willems lunch doodles.

Writers block.

End of the world playlists.

Vigilant news updates.

A mood swinging pendellum, vacillating from acceptance and adjustment, to frustration and angst.

She is colorful and palpable.

A shape shifting palette that demands to be heard, scene, and felt.

Excessive screen time.

All the things online.

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Take it in, in small doses, they say.

Keep to a routine, they say.

Get up, shower, and get dressed, they say.

They also say the hardest asana, (pose/practice), is change.

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This is unprecedented. This is the wild fucking west.

This hasn’t even peaked yet.

Do what you can, I say.

Feel all the feels, I say.

Soak in what you are able to, I say.

But most importantly, if you can, (and you can), listen in.

To your skin, your inner organs, and your shape.

What does she need?

What

does

she

need?

Then do that.

With pride.

With color.

With the knowledge that you are wise, and that, when they ask, “What did you do?”, you will have a story to tell that is uniquely yours.

Also, there’s this. YOU’RE WELCOME.