More than just a …..

Today, I let the coffee cool without making it a metaphor for everything I haven’t finished. Small victory. The window is open, there’s air moving through the room, and I’m allowed to sit here.

Self care, apparently, includes leaving myself the fuck alone occasionally.

No interrogation about progress. No dragging tomorrow into this perfectly decent morning.

I take a sip.  Watch a leaf move across the lot.  Shoulders remember they have somewhere lower to be.

There’s a whole life here, asking for my attention.  Rhyming coffee blend, quiet office corner, no puzzles just passion.

I want to be awake for all of it.