Where I stand, what I’m thinking.  This mood, this Now.  

What I’m doing next.  My next move, thought, or even dream.

Enough.

I am beyond merely appeased.

Not needing to mentally occupy the next month before I’ve finished this fucking coffee. 

I don’t need to predict anyone’s reaction, especially the antithesis, that sloppy aggressor, nor need I rehearse every conversation, or build elaborate emergency exits from situations that haven’t even happened.

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I have spent enough time preparing for imaginary disasters.

I stopped volunteering my peace to possibilities.