There were people I was going to respond to about things that felt essential in the shower but less so once the distractions of the day covered my brain like a knit cap. Was it this morning I ate the shard of English muffin my daughter left behind, the one that went down like coral reef? Or was it today that I drank too much coffee and stood at the sink, spray-gunning Cheerios into extinction rather than scooping them out of the drain—tripling the amount of time but delighted by the obliteration. This was done looking out the window into the frozen yard, lamenting the dead bushes I failed to protect from winter because I didn’t have Time to save them. I spent a minute considering the metaphor and then made mental plans to see my friend, an acupuncturist, to cure all my problems with her needles.
⦿ Read the full essay on theMid.com >
Photo by: Sonja Langford/Unsplash