I am most collected with brush in hand, messy strokes flying and gliding, music playing, and a mess on my hands and shirt.
I process most while cleaning and organizing
the compartmentalizing of my things and thoughts at once.
I am most vulnerable singing
laying bare my heart and soul void of emotional levies.
I am most at peace dancing with my babies and holding them in my arms
seeing my future in their eyes and knowing theirs is worth the fight.