i shall not…

have my picture taken. Just because the entire planet captures every image, interation + aspiration doesn’t mean I must follow suit;
apologize for loving store-bought sheet cakes with day-glo frosting. Sugar is my true love. I eat sweet + think salty;
be afraid to cry. Tears are truth vectors. They command attention, arrest pretense, act as bullsh@t detectors. + it feels so very good ;)
refrain from dangerous activity. Relax…nothing illegal or immoral. Getting older makes life precarious. I refuse to buy safety tickets;
shy away from my past. That one’s tough. Sometimes I want to run but really, everything I am is owed to those struggles;
say yes when I mean no. @54, I don’t have to humour your guilt trips or admonishments;
don age-appropriate ANYTHING. Not now, nor ever;
hold my tongue. Especially after a glass or two of vino tinto. I’d rather say + be sorry than think it + suppress;
stay in one place. Physically, professionally or existentially. Gotta keep moving…

stop learning. I shall seek, read, wonder, inquire. ’Til the day I exit the gift shop…

wear red or stilettos. Sigh :( I am neither arresting, nor inviting a grievous injury;

eat standing up. Because, indigestion…
enjoy your company if you don’t love cats;
rest until I own a Mood Ring again;
wonder what might have been if I’d married Barack Obama. jk…I ponder that on the regular;
pretend to be aloof. I care with every fibre of my being;

let you down. Tell me what you need + I’ll move heaven + earth to procure it;
stay up late or sleep in. But when you call/text me @3am, chances are excellent I’ll answer :)