Sunday Secret

Do me a favor and DO NOT SHARE THIS WITH ANYONE but I swear to smoked gouda sometimes I think I’m on the verge of figuring it all out.  Or at least a good portion of it.  Or, okay, about one hundred tenths of it.  Or maybe SOME/NONE of it. In spurts.

No, seriously—I am going to get to the bottom of it if it is the last fucking thing I do.

But before I do or while I do, IN THE MEANTIME, IN THE IN-BETWEEN, UN-KNOWING SCARY WHY TIME, I am going to busy myself with the worthy business of putting things in order and making things extra nice so that when the light reflects off those spectacular prisms I have hanging over the kitchen sink in a way that makes me think we’re living inside a rainbow I can focus on the gorgeous colors that burst into the living room instead of the hollowed out canyon in my heart that creeps up on me in the loneliest first moments of my day.

I Think, Therefore I’m Anxious,
Fiona Fragile

3 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. linlah says:

    That’s my secret too, one of the walls my crystals bounce off of is one of the colors of the sunset.

  2. Hey Cupcake…do you know Nikki Hardin’s blog, Fridaville? She doesn’t post often (enough), and her words and life and voice and humor are different from yours, but sometimes when I read your Saturdays or Sundays, there’s a note of longing, or wonder or gratitude that makes me think you might appreciate her take on the world. Your fan in chocolate, judy k

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      Nikki Hardin’s blog looks right up my alley. LOVE the “I’m not hip enough to…” Okay I gotta go read her some more now. THANK YOU.