The Batman Signal

• Sleeping on an airport floor for 7 hours is a specific kind of self-torture.

• Pray in the meditation room.

• I focus my devotions on being a better friend—one strong enough to push past social anxiety and show up for those I love. (and not leave early)

• I only feel truly alive when juggling too many things. There was a time when I juggled realities. I lied to everyone around me out of a desperate need to be claimed, even when the truth was nobler than the lie. Now, I juggle so many truths that my hands feel like a fabrication.

• My Philadelphia family always amazes me with their brilliance and creativity. I owe them so much of me.

• A man with a potatoey face cut me off, then blew his tire and curled safely to the shoulder.

• ‘Comeuppance’ is such a nice word. Like a gotcha with growth attached. 

• There’s this song, Firm Foundation. Anytime I’m at a piano, I sit and play it and calm my thoughts.

• A friend is performing at Jazz Fest. His unashamed delight reminds me to meet the small steps on this journey with elation and gratitude.

• I’m working a lot right now. My grandad used to say that everyone wants the results, but few accept the sacrifice, weariness, and self-forgiveness it takes. He’d then break it down into something chewable for my eleven-year-old curiosity. Gotta’ spend some gas to get to the promised land. Leaving the classroom is terrifying and exhilarating. I am eager to explore this new north.

• Daddy Miles yells from the guest bathroom. My poop looks like the Batman signal.

• Everyone is problematic to a cause.

• Everyone is a hero to a cause.

• A small, small glass, gulp, sip of wine.

With all my heart…Té