In the quiet moments of my stress, I feel sorry for myself. For what things should be like and for what they are not. But I also know this is a moment in time, a blip, a blink, a breathless plink plink. I remember my action plan is to tuck in during these moments and to give myself special permission to not think; to breathe in small whispers and to exhale the fear slowly, deliberately lest some cosmic wind be unsettled.
I want, I need, I exist. The track keeps moving, and I am pulled forward against my will, heels dug in until I remember to let it go. Groundless in the ground; looking for my heart and my hope in what feels like the dark.
Exhale, breathe slowly, don't think just for tonight tuck in. Tuck in.
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