True Believers- Darius Rucker

We are two, true believers.

Sometimes

Sometimes I just don't know
how he dries my tears
as the stress rolls down my cheeks in waves
and just speaks in his deep calm voice
steadily assuring me that it's all ok.
It's not anything he's done wrong
it's not even anything wrong with our love.
It's all the outside world as it pummels
its wrath down upon me, conflicting
and fighting with every text, every email,
every phone call in which someone lies
or argues or criticizes. Nothing can be cheerful
some days. Sometimes I just don't know
how to deal, but he sits, hugs me,
a kiss on the forehead or the lips,
hands me tissues and just makes me say
"It'll all be ok."

Road Miles

You can't undo a fall like this cause love don't know a distance. 

I don't care that we have to micromanage trips
and budget gas money just for the trips
or that it takes me an hour in traffic
to arrive at your house on a Wednesday night.
Because with us, it's crazy but it works
and we fought for too long
to let a little bit of cruisin' harm us.
So I'll roll down my windows
turn up the country music,
slide on my shades, fill the gas tank
and cruise along, smiling knowing you're
at the end of the journey.
We make this work,
every drive, every day, every single smile
that we get in. I have learned to love this road,
love the anticipation of your kiss, your arms around me.

Waking Dream

Sometimes I don't know how I got so lucky
to have you curled up beside me, wrapped in your arms
but then I remember that this was meant to be
and that you are mine as I am yours.

In the morning, it is like I am still in a dream state
drowsy with sleep and head resting on your chest
hair spread everywhere, legs entangled
as you slowly open your eyes and a good morning kiss.

It is the warmth that comes from being with you,
it is the not needing a sheet even with the fans
blowing cool air over us because our body heat
is enough to make our temperatures just right.

It is the safety and comfort that comes from sleeping
in your t shirt, against the wall, guarded by you
from all evils, all monsters under the bed or demons
in the closet. It is how we love each other.

Thoughts on being a working woman

It's been over a month since I started working at a daily newspaper. With college behind me and the world in front of me, I will admit sometimes it's been overwhelming. You have those moments of "am I doing everything my boss needs me to do?" or "is this article ok?" You have some moments of doubt, but somehow you push by them and keep going.

It's kind of been nice working a full time 40 hour a week job, driving my car, coming home to my apartment and spending weekends with my boyfriend. Eventually it settles into a routine. Everything becomes the norm. But then you have those little things that make each day special.

Like today, I don't have any cases in court, but I'm off to a new boutique that opened recently in a half hour and then this afternoon visiting a camp that's teaching its campers to refurbish computers with the help of local college students to give the computers to the needy. It's a satisfying job to know I can make a difference in the world. Or like the fact that this weekend, I'm looking forward to going strawberry picking and go kart racing with the boy. It's the little things.

Sometimes yes, working in the real world feels robotic. It feels like the same thing day after day, but then you have to remind yourself of the things that make each day different. I quite like being in the working world. It's a lifestyle that suits me well.