I am positive. I am continuing my war, losing a few stray battles that are more about perfectionism than long term damage.
I am taking a breath, friends. No rush. I want to record my boss smiling and complimenting and making a joke after I’ve been so clenched and worried the past few days. That my effort is being noticed, that I am somewhat respected, that things in that sphere are not wholly off the rails.
I want to record the sublime peace of a morning ride into work in the snow when you’re not petrified
Tomorrow is Friday as has so oft been said. A small park bench to sit and hold the world still for inspection. I have to leave some time for sleep, and to gather the water I left behind in the bathroom. So I’ll pluck at some story and that will be that.