I needed a reset.
I needed to turn off the anxious round-about thoughts firing off one after another in my head and start fresh.
Reboot.
I woke up anxious.
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I remember the first couch my husband and I ever bought when we first got married. It was floral print, mauves and greens. It was our first attempt to create a home that was comfortable and uniquely ours. We were so proud of that couch and to have a space that we could call our own.
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It seemed like a good day to have an outdoor lunch. I picked out two of the softest pieces of bread that I could find from the almost two-week-old loaf in the pantry. I should have been on my way to the grocery store in response to the sad state of my cupboards, but instead I made my way out to the front porch.
I am not like my mother.
My mother worked full time, a single mother for many years, solely responsible for looking me in the face every single day.
Weary and exhausted from a long day’s work, she made sure that we had a warm meal each night. If she had a complaint about this, I never heard it, not even under her breath.
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It had been a really long day and in some ways it was just starting to rev up. I had been preparing for an event most of the morning that would begin right around dinner time that same night. I was hungry and had not eaten a thing since breakfast, a decision that I was now regretting due to a pounding headache and an angry stomach.
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A few nights ago I attended an event that ran really late and when I finally got home the house was dark and still. I began to put my things away before heading upstairs when something caught my eye.
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