Charlotte Eriksson:
Swedish (Gothenburg), author, songwriter, dreamer, wanderer.
I’m not everything I want to be, but l’m more than I was, and l’m still learning.
It’s July and I have hope in who I am becoming.
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.
It’s January, and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and people, around me and behind, and I remember being still for just a second or two, thinking that it’s so much easier to leave and start anew than take care of what’s already here.
Dear world, I am excited to be alive in you, and I am thankful for another year.
