To being trashy, ugly and dirty

Trashy hair, ugly clothes, and dirty hands, I have never felt better. I've spent my money and time with plants and good company, I've traded stresses for succulents and furrowed eyebrows for flowers, I know where I am going. I laugh more than I speak, I paint more than I eat, I write everything I think. I commune with beetles and dandelions and over ambitious robins, I feel I belong. I have learned that money means nothing unless it was used to buy a hat, or cactuses or postcard worthy memories. I have learned who my friends are and who my friends aren't and I'm learning to be okay with that. I have begun to fill the giant shoes I've been standing in and have begun to understand what it is I am passionate for. I am finding out who it is that I am and I am learning I belong only to myself. Every day is getting warmer, everything is becoming clearer, and I am where I belong. 

                         22/30

-J