10 years ago, I worked with a life coach
And envisioned where I wanted to be 10 years from then
Which is now.
I wanted to speak on stages and
Start a global business that
Affected 1000’s of lives, if not millions
Because. Why not millions, right?
10 years from those days
with that life coach…
When my daughter throws her spoon of pasta marinara
A c r o s s the room
Speckling its flight path with red remnants
Moments after I asked her
Not to throw her spoon,
I dampen a cloth
And descend to hands and knees
And follow the trajectory
And s c r u b.
My work on the floor
Becomes choosing how I will interact with Lily
When I rise.