Five of Seven

A realization smacked me in the face last night. I spend so much time (five out of every seven seconds) and energy (five out of seven heartbeats) holding myself together to handle the world that I miss enjoying the world. What would happen, I wonder, if I reworked the math? Stole half a second, half a heartbeat from the desperate struggle and freed it to have fun? Do I dare try? Would I crumble? Or would I fly? Perhaps it’s time to find out. Until tomorrow… Chloe