I want the potted geranium in the “Home” Windows desktop display. I want the plant to be my responsibility. I will nurture it so that it flourishes. I think I could do that well.

Growing up, I never liked geraniums. They always looked so neglected in people’s window boxes. But I think I could take care of one and help the red petals wow themselves as they pop from a green nest of pulpy, fuzzy leaves.

I just want to get past all the complications. My two acres are as tangly and dried up as my situation. I’m sick of just getting by. I don’t want to maintain– I want to thrive. I wish I could walk away from seeing this failure day in and day out. I want to start over in a life that’s my size.