When life is uncertain

What do you do when things are changing but most of the details are still uncertain?

And you're getting a year older, I mean you're always getting older but this time there's a milestone marker in your week?

And the parts of your day or identity that you took for granted are shifting, and you're trying to remember who you are at the core of you, without the externalizes, and it's weird and uncomfortable but necessary?

You could panic. You could despair.

Or, you could relish your neighborhood and sip a coffee in a courtyard.

You could walk. Yeah, you should walk.

You could read on the beach.

You could visit friends and family. Maybe get some sun and float in the water.

You could hold a beautiful, perfect, brand-new sleepy baby.

You could read poetry.

You could go to open-to-the-public collaborative poetry events at the library. Yeah, that's a much better option.

You could write. And dream. And hope. And wait.