A month of not-quite:
Routine
Work
Decisions
Peace
Health
Time
Space
Dance
Food
Too much of some and not enough of others. Too much of the right kind and too little of the wrong. A month of not-quite finding balance, not-quite figuring this one out. I wish I could sit out the next month. Instead, I sneak breaks at work to take deep breaths. I take long walks at home to take deep breaths. And when I drive I watch for sky-miracles of sun ray and cloud, wait for the semi-sign of a song that plays randomly on my shuffling play list.
As if some unique conglomeration of light and shadow, some synchrony of electromagnetic impulses in my brain and my iPod could be signs that someone is, in fact, keeping the balance of the not-quites in some way I cannot fathom.
