Show me where I signed the document.

Where have you gone?

Show me the day I agreed to this life.

It’s time to take a shower.  It’s time to eat.

Sometime before I was pulled into birth,

I must have approved this plan.

It’s hot outside.  You don’t need a jacket.

I must be learning something huge.

The dumpsters are to the right. The mailboxes are to the left.

This anxious, grown up toddler gained admittance.

Yes, you can come with me.  Yes, I will go with you.

Yes, yes.

I must have said yes.

When I start feeling sorry for myself, I like to listen to Iyanla Van Zant. Maybe you’ll find her inspiring, too.