Naked with a mocha

I snuck out to Manhattan this morning for a little quality time with myself. It's different now, feeling naked without the baby attached to me, a reminder that I am an individual unto myself.
Not mother.
Not sister.
Not daughter.
Not wife.

Just me.

I resist the urge to make lists and be productive. For now, it's just me and a cafe mocha at City Bakery.

Love.