I've arrived into my body 

loudly

The excitement for being a

woman 

unleashes laughter, dancing 

Emotions galore, rooms full of

me

A body that births, a mind that 

creates

Can't put a finger on that personality

for it's everywhere

In love, in love, in love

I am

with me

No days are enough

no nights to show you 

the depth that women scoop up

nonstop from places no other can go to

The kids and I did party and go to bed late all 3 days of the weekend, yet I refuse to believe that's the source of my slow grey moving about life today. It's the responsibility dragging me down. How do I make that exciting? I'm the one whispering to everyone that responsibility is freedom, so what's my beef? Maybe I can be motivated by money and food. Yet it feels like the real drive is "nothing". 

Such a Buddhist morning.