Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry

by Joya Goffney

There are enough closed doors and glass ceilings in the world. My comfort zone shouldn’t be one of them.

I wasted so much time living in fear that I thought I was comfortable, but I was writhing in a cage that I didn’t know existed, making lists of all my worries with no intent to do anything about them.

Maybe the only thing I need to remember is my name, who I love, and what I love about life. That’s all Hattie remembers. Maybe that’s all that matters.