Ordinary Moments Keep Costing You the Rest of the Day
You’re somewhere ordinary when it arrives, a checkout line or a stairwell or the middle of a conversation about nothing much, and something in the air goes familiar in a way you’d rather it didn’t.
Nothing has happened.
Your breathing changes anyway, your shoulders come up before you’ve worked out what set it off, and the thread of whatever you were doing is gone.
You Spend the Rest of the Day Getting Back to Level
You get through it, because you always do, and nobody standing near you registers that anything moved.
The memory of it still lingers, and it doesn’t wait for an anniversary or a reminder or a reason to show up.
You just want relief from it, and you’ve wanted that long enough now that wanting it has stopped feeling like a plan.


