Holding so many tendrils right now as the year begins to pick up speed. I laughed and groaned as I read this poem, Hurry, by Marie Howe. Not only do I spend much of my time nudging, cajoling, and yelling to hurry myself and others, I also find myself in the company of many others barreling through everything with our insistence for speed.
Ooof this got me! ✨😢🥰