One Thing at a Time

Each day I do my best to do one thing at a time. I sit on the balcony and drink coffee and I do just that. I wash the dishes with grace and ease. The birds fly over and I watch the birds.

19466400_765904730159_3546991413190197803_oI don’t live in the past—not on faraway bridges, not in Ohio cornfields where my pets are buried. There are parts of me there and they stay there. Today I sit at the desk and that’s where I live. With the quiet bamboo and the stack of bills, with the staple remover, the hand cream.

My calendar tells me what’s coming but I don’t place myself in its boxes yet. I live with the slow swing of the now, or I try. The finches taking dust baths by the curb of the street: I put myself under their tiny wings.

 

 

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2 thoughts on “One Thing at a Time

  1. Reblogged this on Leah blogs and commented:
    All the things that need to be done sit on my chest and keep me pinned to my bed. And all the people I love and miss feel part of my past. I so needed to read this blog today and reread it 13 times before noon.

    Liked by 1 person

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