My Best Life
a poem/reflection + some thoughts on beginning a new year
My Best Life
I was given another 365 days about 6,000 waking hours to live my best life with my best people to say I love you It won’t be like this forever Who wants to bake something It’s okay to cry Let’s go outside And also I’ll be there in a minute Please wait one more minute It’ll be ready in a minute I still need a minute Yes, I’ll wait for you I was given 365 days to pray for what I lack start another book cry over what was lost dream a different dream I was given 360,000 minutes to listen to the leaves rustle in the wind breathe in the smell of the earth notice the shape of the clouds bask in the warmth of the sun Grind coffee beans and wait turn socks and pants right-side-out pile pancakes onto plates push Legos into a pile gather all the bedtime stuffies I was given 365 days to respond to old text messages discover a new perspective find overdue library books admire new Lego creations Read, write, and talk to God listen to the voices around me say, I'm sorry and, I was wrong simmer a fresh pot of soup weep with gratitude I was given this gift of time with the people I love more than words can describe and yet how many minutes did I wish away Hard ones for easy ones sickness for health anxiety for peace ignorance for wisdom the monotonous for the exciting Often it was the dawn the change in seasons or my children reminding me how quickly these minutes pass and no amount of wishing will change My allotment of time with the people I love more than words can describe because how does that saying go We were together, that’s what I remember most.*
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*Paraphrased from Walt Whitman’s famous line: “We were together. I forget the rest.”
*This poem was first published on the Coffee + Crumbs Substack and IG pages. I cannot recommend Coffee + Crumbs enough for mothers. And, if you are a mother writer, Exhale is a place you belong. You can use the code: EXHALEBFF to get a discount on your first month. I am not paid to promote the C+C website or online community.
This New Year snuck up on me, as it usually does, but I am determined to find some time to sit and reflect and dream about the year ahead.
Last year, I shared this poem and I wrote this reflection and poem the year before. Both still feel relevant to me.
In recent years, I chose a word for the year that felt fitting for the season I was in. Last year I did not choose one, but the word “heal” came to mind over and over as I began to acknowledge some parts of my story I had become skilled at suppressing, avoiding, or minimizing. This year, the word “heal” still resonates, but I have also been meditating on Hebrews 13:21:
May he equip you with all you need for doing his will. May he produce in you, through the power of Jesus Christ, every good thing that is pleasing to him. All glory to him forever and ever! Amen.
This verse feels like the best kind of prayer for a new day or a New Year, don’t you think?
I have some new poems to share this month and I am slowly working on a few pieces of writing for children. I’ll keep you posted on those when it makes sense.
Thank you for being here!
Love,





I love this poem! So beautiful!
Your poem casts beauty on the ordinary. And that verse is perfect!