This is probably crazy…
But it’s 8 a.m. and somehow I already feel behind.
Um, behind what?
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.