If you ask me to tell you about a time in my life when I felt true freedom and joy, it is this. I am about 6 years old. It's the springtime, and one of those amazing rainstorms is coming down. The rain is literally hitting the pavement in vertical sheets, tapping turning to pounding, and then back to tapping as it lets up a little bit. I'm sitting on our big brown couch, glued to the window, watching the rain engulf my tiny residential street. The sound is hypnotic and soothing. I can smell the freshness through the screen window, where an odd drop makes its way into our house, sometimes reaching as far as my chubby arms. It's late evening, but not yet dark. We decide to go to the park, my sister and I. The lightning has stayed away, and we are only 2 houses down. We promise to run home as soon as we see flashes in the sky. We arrive to the park, already soaked through to the skin, and jump into the big, red baby swings. We're too old for them, but we still f
A self-help junkie trying to make sense of the world, one day at a time