Thoughts Upon Waking

I miss who you used to be even as I marvel at who you are becoming.


This ease of vacation: I’ll miss it.


This telling myself it’s too hard: it isn’t true.


Making myself take one small step after another is enough to do it.


I’ll make sandwiches and string together words and notice the ordinary is manageable even if time off from the daily schedule was blissful.

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