Breaks

A quiet reflection

She spent yesterday crafting her fictional world, letting herself enjoy music while filling her mind with images of her story as if she were living in a movie. She counted four ladybugs in her garden, watching as they devoured their dinner: the aphids. She geeked out, snapping a selfie with the snapdragons in bloom, thinking they were gorgeous. She ate chocolate ice cream while watching wrestling with her husband, savoring the escape.

She needed a break from the reality of our timeline. She knows she can’t always live in fiction or among the flowers, but her heart aches from the ugliness and lack of humanity in her world.

She will go to work and somehow is expected to act like she cares and nothing is wrong. Her world feels like a dystopia. She looked at her calendar. It’s June 12th, 2025.

It’s a tough time to be human right now. Take care of yourself. 🫶