It was easy this morning. It was easy to wake up, to feed Clementine, to make my bed, to lace up my shoes, and go. It was easy to appreciate the morning sunshine and to anticipate the iced vanilla latte. It was easy to smile as I listed in my head all my planned DisneyContinue reading “easy like wednesday morning”
Tag Archives: hope
a life worth living
And so a new dream emerges. It is quieter and (arguably) smaller and I will not give full voice to it just yet, lest the fairies be listening. The dream is still unspoken, but The Dream, always, has been the same: (or: my disney hero i want song) I want to show up in theContinue reading “a life worth living”
of home (again, i think)
first of all, it only started raining on my walk HOME from picking up my bagel and my iced coffee. Home. i have struggled with this concept my entire life. my alien body has choked on sobs in the dead of nights and i have begged to the moon, “i just want to go home.”Continue reading “of home (again, i think)”
to t or not to t
(I mean, it’s not really a question anymore. I stopped.) This morning I was working on picking out a monologue for Trans-speare when the ugly voices made their way into my brain again. You stopped taking testosterone. You were never really serious. It’s as we suspected all along: you’re just a cis girl who wantedContinue reading “to t or not to t”
but your dreams may not
It’s not time to make a changeJust relax, take it slowlyYou’re still young, that’s your faultThere’s so much you have to go through Can’t relax. Can’t take it slowly, THAT’S my fault. Okay, new plan, Team. (If you can stand it. I know I’m a lot:) I’ve been really, really low since the summer ofContinue reading “but your dreams may not”
poem for friday which was originally for tuesday
(because i am trying to believe:) 1. that i can still be a poet (because my teacher took notes last night and emailed me after our phone call and the subject line read YOUR JOB) oh, thank goodness. someone else tell me, please. YOUR JOB, DANIELLE ELISE, DANIEL ELTON, DANI WITH NO “Y.” Believe ThatContinue reading “poem for friday which was originally for tuesday”
(non) binary sunset
I’ve been on a low dose of testosterone for nine weeks. And I am so exceedingly grateful that it was an easy process to start. I know that is not the case for everyone. I went through Plume and was met with nothing but trust and belief and well wishing and positivity. So, yeah, nineContinue reading “(non) binary sunset”
but i am having this one
There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one. Kazuo Ishiguro. (because here is the truth of the matter, for better or for worse:) I am probably not going to be accepted into an MFA program this year. It is already March and I have no news and IContinue reading “but i am having this one”
I GET KNOCKED DOWN
Y’all, sometimes I feel like all I do is apply for things. Jobs, grad schools, international theme park performance contracts… It’s like I’m always on the hunt, you know? Here’s the thing: I have two jobs already. I’m mildly financially secure. (I can pay my rent at least, you know?) I went to school onceContinue reading “I GET KNOCKED DOWN”
i want to talk some more about rocketman
(Mostly because I need to not watch it for the nine billionth time right now. I need to go to bed. Sir Elton help me.) I think what I like so much about Rocketman is how unapologetic it is in its earnestness. In its strange, campy, sparkly sincerity. When the vision of baby-Reggie asks rehab-EltonContinue reading “i want to talk some more about rocketman”
a happy place
This afternoon, in Sunday DBT group, we were asked again to close our eyes and go to “our happy place.” For the past however many weeks, I have ended up at the exact same place. (Except for a cry-worthy disaster during Week One, but we don’t need to get into that.) And that Exact SameContinue reading “a happy place”
i am not throwing away my shots (i think)
Y’all, I’m going to be totally honest: I’m not convinced I did my shot correctly last week and I AM STRESSED ABOUT IT. I’m looking forward to the day my hands don’t shake and my heart doesn’t race. When I don’t wince at all the fresh, red stretchmarks on my belly and just accept myContinue reading “i am not throwing away my shots (i think)”
