🪷 map

This life did not come with a map
   (they gave me one;
   it turned out wrong)--
so I have to make it up,
updating it as I go,
sometimes just throwing 
it out and starting fresh.
With time and courage, less
and less my map leads
   me into pits; 
more and more to what I need,
   to what fits
for this life
to feel like mine.

---

The very end of the island at Kure Beach, North Carolina (where we vacationed last week)

---

In the notebook

---