1:01am

It hurts to be disrespected. It hurts to be devalued. I wonder if there is ever going to be a time in my life where the main characters and the main plot is holding me up and not tearing me down. At work, they take turns calling me into the ring. At home, I’m a bad something every time I’m not prepared to die on a cross for the cause.

I just want to live the life of my dreams. With money in the bank, stamps on my passport, a yoga mat in the car, books everywhere, home-cooked meals, and John Paul White on the radio.

50 words called the attention of the universe, so I’m invoking the same alchemy that put me on the phone with my writing hero, that brought me back to my skin. I’m calling on You tonight to give me peace and rest. I’m calling on You tonight to give me strength to fight for myself, to live my life for me for once, to bless my eyes to see Mykonos, to feel my family’s hugs and love, and all the other adventure of a lifetime I’ve always wanted. Put me to sleep tonight and let me rest knowing that the whole universe exists in my veins and I am worthy & capable of living the life of my wildest dreams.