Noticing.Thirty-Three

I stir before the alarm goes off. 5:15. Rearranging my blanket nest, my hand brushes my thigh and even in my pre-awake fog, I sense its difference. Tighter. Smoother. The evidence of strength through persistence. There’s a flutter in my gut–maybe I won’t be broken forever. Ironic, given that I can’t go to the gym today. It seems odd to write a cover letter and skills-based resume for a low-level, hourly job. The process is weirdly discouraging. It gives me compassion for those hunting daily...