This was going to be a poem about judging myself,
and all the times I said something mean or inappropriate,
or was thoughtless in word and deed,

But fuck it.
Sure I said mean stuff,
I’ve said nice stuff too,
Where are the accolades for those times?
What is this constant need to harp and judge and hold accountable for thoughtlessness
With no consideration for the learning, the growth, the effort to do better, be better?

Two sides of the same coin am I,
And perspective is a thing that can
And should
Be flipped


Today’s deck is the Firefly Tarot