Embracing the Cringe

Spilled on my shirt, still felt cute.
I’m a stumbler, a tumbler, a tripper, a slipper, an ankle rolling, drink sloshing, uncouth sounding, traipsy and messy lil’ space cadet.
Still beloved af.
Still finding reasons to shine.
Shoutout to my fellow klutzes. I’d high five you but we’d probably miss.

In 2022, I'll be focusing on writing more, and I'm starting with the goofy stuff. Serious writing makes me sad, and I don't want to feel sad right now. So, stay tuned for my Cringetopia series, wherein I'll be exploring all the ways mortification has threatened to ruin me... and how - and why! - I've chosen to not get embarrassed. (Okay, stay embarrassed.)