This is probably crazy…

But it’s 8 a.m. and somehow I already feel behind.

Um, behind what?

Behind who?

And yet while I’m asking these questions, the entire day stretches ahead. Ready to be filled with anything.

I could try to “catch up” if I want to.

Or I could keep looking ahead.

I could see the many hours that are m

I’m behind nothing.

I’m behind no one.

And neither are you.