by Ang Kia Yee
There is very little left to say, and so much to do. So much rest to be had, so much joy to come into. Life is full and exhausts me for what feels like the right reasons. I am receding into routine and movement, away from view. I say less and less about what I’ve seen, where I’ve been, what I’ve been thinking about. It is a slow cook stew in me. It is the forgiveness of systems (my own) that hold me well. I am proud of what I’ve built these past few years.
When I’m ready, I’m going to show you things.