After a week that felt like juggling flaming swords while riding a unicycle, today’s Susan G. Komen Pink Walk in Milwaukee was exactly what the doctor ordered. Sunshine, smiles, and mountains of pink—suddenly, life made sense again (or at least for an hour or two).
Jazz came with me, and let me tell you—she nailed swag duty. She was darting from survivor to survivor with swag in hand like a tiny boss in her own right. I tried to keep up, but mostly I was just tripping over shoelaces and trying not to spill my coffee. The cutest, most efficient little helper ever—seriously, she might be running her own non-profit by the time she’s ten.
The survivors…wow. Their courage, their smiles, the way they cheered each other on—it was inspiring. And yes, the signs and tributes for those who didn’t make it were heartbreaking. There were a few moments I had to blink back tears while Jazz enthusiastically reminded me that chocolate bars were more important than feelings. (She’s not wrong.)
Walking through the crowd, seeing all those people connected by hope and love, I remembered why these walks exist: to honor those who fight, support those who need it, and remind the rest of us to show up with as much energy as we can muster—even if that energy is mostly fueled by coffee and sheer stubbornness.
So, yes. Today I walked, I cheered, I handed out swag (with Jazz stealing the spotlight), and I left feeling lighter, fuller, and strangely hopeful.
Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.
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