I pace my room. Sit down, for just a moment. I trim my finger nails. Oh my toes look like they need another coat of nail polish.
Get up and move to the kitchen to pop some popcorn on the stove. I love making it on the stove. It dances, pulling back flips in the air. I wish I felt this way today. I wish I felt like dancing. I can't even get dressed and I can't focus on my work.
I slept too many hours last night. I'll blame it on that. Now my whole day is off.
The bowl of salted popcorn is reduced to un-popped kernels when I realize the Women's Network program I'm tuned into is actually making me dumber. I get up and move back to my room, still not dressed.
Turn on some live streaming radio and make my bed. I look at my chair. It's swiveled to the side, inviting me to take a seat. So, I sit and place my fingers to the keys. Is this the moment? Am I ready to finish this assignment? Could this really be it?
No, I decide to blog instead.
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