I’m doing that thing . . .

Standard

where you compose entries in your head throughout the day and then sit down and have nothing coherent to say.

I’m making good.
Sometimes the worst happens.
And guess what? It’s not good,
but it’s not as bad as you feared.
It’s how pieces of last year felt,
I just never identified it that way.

Work bordered on enjoyable today.
Perplexing in its own right, that is.

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