this morning #343.

this morning, like driftwood newly washed ashore, she felt gnarled & beginning to dry up in the sun. the past few months had been rough & she had been washed out to sea & set adrift. now that she’d come out the other side intact, it was probably a perfect time to reassess some of her life decisions. for now, there was nothing she could do about her current haircut. as for her romantic relationship, something had to give. living like she lived, with no true talk of kids or marriage, was wearing her down. the lack of structure made it impossible for her to focus on her future. luckily, now that she had identified the source of her distress, she could try to surf life’s waves with confidence.