ello, jello

Today, I looked in the mirror and saw myself.

I’m blasting The Garden in the car with my windows down and running late to coffee with an old professor and feeding myself spring rolls in the library parking lot. I’m building puzzles and listening to old school hip hop and dancing to my cousin’s shower playlist outside the bathroom door. I’m throwing leftovers together into strange, but edible meals and wearing colors that I like and making myself sweat in Pilates and for the first time in more than a year, I know the person looking back at me in the mirror. I know this human. This human is here. This human is present. This human is alive. This human is me.