this morning #2145.

this morning, she was feeling stretched too thin. in danger of being torn limb from limb. metaphorically, of course. while she waited for her tea to steep, she stood still at the kitchen island in a state of psychic paralysis. eyes closed. these last few weeks, she’d made a last-ditch shift to deep breathing. it was sort of working in spurts but she knew it couldn’t be the whole solution to her stress. that she had to enact actual change. ASAP. at present, she didn’t yet know what that would require of her so she took another deep breath. uncovered her tea. brought it out to the front steps. took a seat & a sip & watched as the trees across the street swayed in the spring breeze. a sigh. a second sip. a promise to take in this moment.