- I throw my anxieties into the pool one by one and watch them dissolve into nothingness as we sit side by side with our feet in the hot spring water. I wonder if this place existed before today. Where are my notes.
- Playing catch-up.
- Am I rehearsing darkness or expressing truth?
- At some point I realize my seething is because my introvert circuits are redlining. There hasn’t been enough recharge time between outpourings.
- Defiance. Rebellion. Disobedience. Must be a day ending in Y.
- He can tell I’m boiling just under. I can tell he’s not sure what to make of the long litany of thoughts, feelings, and logistics I pour out when he presses for what’s wrong.
- She always looks right through me. I wish I had time to explain all the things I know she sees.
- Today, gratitude looks like ten pounds of potatoes, a gallon bag of cheese, three pounds of crudites, and a meal’s worth of taco meat.
- It feels like going backwards. Like we’re losing ground. Where is the line between striving and sense?
- Tomorrow is a new day.
