Between windows wide open, and cozy warmth.

Between speaking my mind, and extending more grace.

Between french fries, and bowls full of lettuce.

Between being careful, and being brave.

Between letting it be, and sticking to my guns.

Between bigger and better.

Between the knowledge I need rest, and the fun of conspiring into the night.

Between wanting what I want, and wanting to be surprised.

Between reserve, and exuberance.

Between accepting the shape, and wondering if the shape is something I should accept.

Between impatience, and trust.

Between pointing my finger, and poking myself in the eye.

Between planning it carefully, and just getting the hell on with it.

Between discipline, and giving myself a break.

Between being right, and being kind.

Between knowing what’s possible, and what seems possible right now.

Between seizing the day, and seizing my pillow.

Between writing it, and doing it.