intoxicated.

I'm drunk on your ideas.
The ways you inspire me to be better, do more, and think...

Tipsy on your kindness, outreach, and open heart.

And buzzed from the way you spin a hopeless situation, into hopeful.

My head may hurt in the morning, but it's only from my mind stretching to lengths it's not used to. Manifesting much more than I ever thought possible.

I'm where I am today, because people like you have shared your shots of awesome.

Pour another. Time to go on a bender.

Thank you.
Cheers.

tardy.

I plug on. Pushing over obstacles, and urging those who drag their feet to move, hurry up, or step aside.
It feels like it will never end. The daily grind of what surrounds us.
Then, I encounter that one person, you.
Offering an ounce of encouragement, and a sheepish smile.
"So sorry I'm late." You say.
But you aren't late. Kindness can never be tardy.
You are right on time, my friend.
Thank you.