@inthe_margins: I used to think my life needed to earn its keep before it counted. Bigger goals. More proof. Something to point to.
Then I noticed the ordinary stuff was actually the good part. A slow morning. A favorite mug, the chipped one I refuse to throw out. A walk with nowhere to be and no step count to hit. Maybe a good life was never supposed to impress anyone. Maybe it was just supposed to be
mine.