Reminded me of applying for my master’s degree in poetry to CMU and Pitt.
They laughed me out of there. As they should have.
I’d post it but my fan club will all use it for whack-off material and it has nothing to do with any of them.
Maybe all three of my favorite “S”-sounding names from three states who congregate here can crit it together. And discuss their collective crush on me.
I think I just started a new poem …
Someone who was in a position to help me a decade ago, didn’t.
Today I got my chance to return the favor.
Instead of doing what I always do and minimize myself to show grace, I told my story. Objectively.
And someone listened, the same way.
My theme for 2020 was to be the best version of myself. Using my voice is a big part of that. I’ve done that a lot this month. And have only regretted not doing it sooner.
This situation is out of my hands, now. And it still might not turn out how I prefer.
But the cool part is, when it was in my hands, I handled it.