this morning #369.

this morning, a series of seemingly impossible obstacles had resulted in her developing a muscular mixture of composure & conviction. as she placed two slices of challah bread french toast in the frying pan, her hand remained steady. her once-jittery nerves had stopped firing at random. death had leapt out of the bushes & snatched up two of the more important people in her life. though it took some time, she’d had no choice but to keep calm & carry on, just like the poster that her sister bought her suggested. at first, she resented the pithy slogan & refused to hang it. now, after months of freaking out & staying stuck, it made a lot more sense. up on the kitchen wall it went.