08/10/2026
Meet Clementine.
A few days ago, she was a $100 Marketplace couch I wasn’t even first in line for.
I don’t know how to explain it other than, when I saw her - I knew.
So, without knowing anything about the woman selling her, I offered another $100 if I could move ahead and pick her up immediately.
She said yes.
Only afterward did I learn she’s a marathon runner, selling things to raise money for her charity.
Funny how that works.
One woman making room for something she believes in.
Something I value.
Something that I understand.
Something that helped resurface my rebirth.
And another woman buying an orange couch because something about it wouldn’t let her scroll past.
And somewhere between Marketplace and bringing her home, I started seeing photographs again.
Golden grass.
Bronze skies.
Children running.
Families tangled together.
The ordinary stuff.
The good stuff.
I picked up my camera in my head before I ever picked it up with my hands.
And I realized how much I missed that part of myself.
So, meet Clementine.
She’s a couch.
But I think she’s taking me somewhere.
🧡
