Rachel Platten’s Fight Song is playing on the radio.
Pasta is cooking, and I’m dancing.
Old chacos, slick Nike pangs, t-shirt full of holes
Maybe I’m not as happy as I was a few months ago. Maybe I’m still finding myself. Maybe I’ve had a lot of bad days recently.
But I can dance
And I can sing along
Nothing is guaranteed for me, and maybe is all I have to grasp onto…….but I know that is is enough for me.
I still know I can be happy.