I find myself at a loss for words.
I find myself talking way too much.
I am happy and floating,
worried and anxious,
laughing and smiling,
holding back tears…..

and that was yesterday.

Is it age or hormones,
fear and joy mixed together,
maybe it’s history replaying in my mind…
I do not believe this has a name except perhaps,
life.

Crazy, chaotic, overwhelming, beautiful.
That thing that turns us upside down in a moment
and sets us back down among the wildflowers the next.
If we just hold on,
if we can stand strong in the days that are hard,
take deep breaths on the days that aren’t,
always prepared for the next wave coming.
Oh, because it’s coming,
but I’m so proud of us,
we’ve survived them all so far,
and we will do it again.

And it may be all in one day.

Tracey