I love these duplicate hours and minutes for their symmetry: 10:10, 11:11, 12:12.
I also tell myself they are lucky numbers if you catch them on your phone, or the clock, but,
this minute is cool
because Rachel told me that I could live through it.
And I did. She told me that present minute is the only one I have to worry about, and I got it.
She was right.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised that every minute since about 4:30 am this morning when I woke up has been manageable. Fine.
You never know that what you say may be the godsend someone else is waiting for.
Thank you, Rachel.
Side note: I realized this morning that I wake up at 4:30 am most mornings because I fall asleep about 8:30 pm. That’s eight hours y’all! It’s not particularly anxiety, or apnea, or wine, or Facebook, or TV, or the fact that I was born at that time (an idea I used to dig)…
It’s just freaking time to be vertical again!
If I inch my way toward 10 pm, instead of 8:30 pm, I’ll be sort of like a normal adult.
Sort of. Good enough.