Entrepreneur (a poem)

The year I got sober from alcohol (starting in spring 2017), I wrote a poem every day. This is one from March 4, 2018.

I’m hungry

and thirsty

for the life I’m birthing,

the pages of the book I haven’t written yet,

the gathering space that is on its way,

real in my dreams,

but not in physical form yet

(we are birthing it).

I am starving for connection,

devouring texts,

instas,

hinge matches,

searching

(always searching),

looking

for love, belonging,

trust

that can only come

from

a deep sense

of knowing

my

worth.

The next generation of women

will have what I did not:

a lovely space to gather,

Guides that have walked

this path

before them,

and the space

to speak,

because we did

First.

- Entrepreneur (3.4.18)