It could also be the pressure of wanting to take my work to the next level, and the knowledge that I'd recently had a poem submitted to a contest with an edit suggested by a senior poet that all along I'd felt weakened the piece. I'd gone with the change because I trusted the poet's opinion more than my own, but it was almost a relief to see that the poem was not selected by the judge for any placement at all. Now I feel I can resend it the way I think it's more effective. I may be wrong, but I'll be wrong with my integrity intact.
Tomorrow D. and I celebrate our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Today he send me a text message that was so sweet, it made me tear up at work. It was positive and uplifting and had a bonus of three little pictures to cheer me through the day: bees, one of the chickens, and the cat. Here are the 2nd and 3rd of those pictures. I love my husband.
Oh, and #nofilter, darling daughter number 1
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