Heaviness in the body, lightness around, stillness in the mind.
I am thinking how much I love this city in the mornings it hands over to us, as if it’s something we deserve after the heinous way in which we treat it after.
The summer smell is fresh, and so are the seasonal allergies. Cough gets stuck in the throat and comes out coughing. Hot water is both a luxury and punishment, hotter french press in the morning is bliss until it makes the head heavier like winter blankets.
I am reminded of the girl I was 10 years ago who knew nothing but loved to work, and dreamt of someday being able to look back and say it was all worth it. I see young women around me walk and run around for work like that and it makes me smile.
I love that they have work in their bodies.
For this and everything else, I am grateful. For work, and for life.
I say grateful for work even though I’ve been avoiding it. I will see you tomorrow, please don’t be mad at me.