Chasing beauty has felt almost like a job description for way too many years. Starting as a child, being pretty, seemed like a prize with a price. Pleasure has also felt like something you had to seek and in the middle of all the enjoyment, line up the next thrill.

What if beauty and pleasure were states of being?

What if all that chasing and racing was not the best way to see beauty or feel pleasure?

The small moments are calling me. They are full, complete and exactly where I am.