today was Quite A Day, so when i walked through the door bearing the weight of everything i could name and everything besides, i went immediately for the strawberries. i pulled out the baby spinach, the shaved parmesan, and the blueberries. then came the cutting board, the bowls, the knife. since i hadn't bothered to take off my heels, i put on some daft punk. all the better to dance to, my dear.
as the blade cut easily through the berries, whispering finalities into neat little slices, i shed all the layers i'd shrugged into today. (i take on a lot; i take on more than i should. i rise; i always rise. but i carry more than i should and hardly anyone knows, because i don't show it.) i smiled as i caught myself dancing reflexively to the music --- my body was relaxed and happy even though my mind felt beyond repair.
i threw back my head and shook out my hair.
i tapped my foot and swiveled my hips.
i thought, i am finally learning well
how to take good care of myself
and i was happy, and proud.
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