Day 17

Disruption

Hello friends,

Before we jump into today’s prompt, I want to celebrate something with you. My dear friend Amy Paulson came by last weekend to take photos of me and my family.

The last time I had photos taken of myself was at least four years ago, and a lot can change in four years! In many ways, I am the healthiest I’ve ever been (partly thanks to this truly special space) and I know myself better than I ever have.

So, here’s to honoring our journey, giving ourselves space to ask questions, and saying yes to the things that bring us life, like writing poetry.

I’m giving you a sneak peek of one of my favorite photos from our session, sitting in my office where so much of the magic of words happens.

Thank you, again, for being here.

Now, onto the poetry!

Today’s word is disruption.

Disruption finds us in so many ways.

One day, my train of thought was disrupted

and I lost whatever I needed to say, to write.

It felt devastating, as silly as it is to say it—

disruption can devastate us.

Another day,

disruption pulls me from the constant work

and stress

to play with my children,

to walk my dogs,

to take a much needed breath.

Disruption destroys our progress

and saves us from the worst of ourselves.

We can both thank it

and curse it

all at once, because

that’s the way it is,

the way it’s always been.

Even now, I disrupt this poem

to flip a crepe that’s about to burn,

to pause the flow of words

to embrace the kind sustenance

of a simple, beautiful dinner.

Disrupted,

interrupted,

saved—

right now, it’s all the same.