I only have five rules.

The rule of thumb: I refuse to be diminished, destroyed, or derailed by men.

The rule of forefinger: I am my own number one.

The rule of middle finger: fuck apologizing for things I’m not sorry for.

The rule of ring finger: I am more than the ring that may eventually end up here.

The rule of pinky: I only make promises that I can keep. And I keep them.

Can I get a high five?

Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography. See more Microvember posts here.