I made a crown. I was feeling sad and disconnected and in a lot of physical pain. Some days I almost forget I have arthritis, but not today. I saw this picture of a tiara and I made my own version with some silver artists wire and a handful of beads. I'm wearing it right now, I've been wearing it all evening. I'll probably glue it to my head and wear it for the rest of my life. It's my Awesome Crown of Magnificent Hope.
I like hope. I'm not exactly sure what it is or where you get it, but I know I like it. I know that if I could, I would chop off bite-sized pieces and send one to every single human being in existence on the planet right at this moment, and we could all sit around our kitchen tables talking to each other and chewing on our little pieces of hope. I bet it tastes fantastic. I bet it tastes the way a giggling toddler sounds.
I look really stupid in my Awesome Crown of Magnificent Hope. Silly, crazy, childish, slightly off my rocker. It's just perfect.