Dear Travel,
How much of you, in general, is about learning to wait? Waiting for the plane, the bus, the train? Waiting on the food, the line, the people in front of you? Waiting to wait? Truly, Travel, you are a good reminder that it is hard to wait...and waiting is a skill we can cultivate. I'll get right on that...
Love,
Me
Dear First Born Child,
If you think the best insulting response is to say, "Your Mom" to everything that comes out of your siblings' mouths, I have some news: IT'S NOT.
When you say, "Your Mom" you are, in fact, talking about ME. So stop.
And the "Yo Mama" jokes are so old too. Move on, 6th grader.
Love,
Me
Dear Person In Front Of Me At The Buffet Line,
What is taking so long? One of each and move forward.
Love,
Me
Dear Person Behind Me In The Buffet Line,
Chill. I'm deciding. I know I'm a hypocrite. I am large. I contain multitudes. (Thanks, Walt Whitman).
Love,
Me
Dear Decaf Coffee,
Whatever.
I have tried to love you for the "flavor." But I am breaking up with you. You do nothing for me. And I am in a phase. A phase that appreciates the treat of caffeine.
I'll get over it, but for now, SEE YA.
Love,
Me.
I just can't decide!!!
But there is something in me that wants to be marked, scarred, decorated - permanently.
When that happens, I will say Thank You.
Love,
Me.
Dear Man Praying At The Column,
I tried not to stare at you, because reverence can be so personal. But I was captivated by your murmuring and loved it so much when your cell phone rang and you quietly took it out of your pocket, silenced it, then put it back in your pocket to continue your prayer.
I tell my children: Humans Over Screens, but you reminded us that the Divine comes even before the Humans.
Thank you. DNR, JTI.
Love,
Me
Dear Prayer,
Please work. So many of us are counting on you.
Love,
Me
DNR - JTI, y'all.
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