u s e y o u r h a n d s

When I worked at a downtown Chicago ad agency, I had big, important things to do. Clients sent me overseas and across the country. I went to award shows and had gallons of drinks. I was snarky and political.

And now, wow. I’m not where I’d like to be, certainly, and aspects of that old me still come out. But I’m so different. I fight for things worth fighting for, like a new playground for Gus, a better school, a more connected community. I find joy in small, simple things, like watching the same tree change color, warm, clean cloth diapers, and the feel of Gus’s fingers touch my face.

I never would have thought this would be my lovely life.