Can Someone Help?

-- The very reasonable self imposed limitations of many around me--

Tattoo man wants no children.

Barista wants no children.

Bartender wants no children.

Substacker wants children if 11 things fall into place

In 3.5 to 8.75 months.

I don’t think about loneliness

Children are no guarantee- at all

Or mythic Sunday dinners with the brood assembled.

I think about the world

That prevents people from having options.

That pressures and preaches perfection—while--

The human economics of even a little risk-taking,

Jumping into the maelstrom,

Make no sense at all.

So many things people want to do.

Travel. Write. Music. Build relationships. Children.

Without encouragement or support,

All that talent and joy building out there waiting, waiting, waiting.

For one or two folks to say--

Do it. Today. We will catch you.