you sit
in a crowded train on a tuesday night. you wanted to be there for someone. so you got on a train.
you get away from the noise of the city
and all it entails, if only for one night.
you sit across the aisle from a woman eating
what smells like fried chicken. you think that if you boarded the train at the
first station you would've walked past a fried chicken restaurant. this same
restaurant sits at the corner of your grandma's old street. you only ate from
this restaurant on the fourth of july when you'd sit with your cousins and
aunts and uncles and watch the parade from the curb. you'd sit in front of a
hardware store that, to this day, makes you think of your grandfather. you think
of how much you miss the sight of him in his garage and how it smelled just
like that store. you think of the fact that the man you're with reminds you of
him: warm, kind, relaxed. someone who loves to fish.
you look at this woman sitting across from you
and you close your eyes. you can smell it. you think, a chicken sandwich. a chicken
sandwich will make me feel less anxious right now. a chicken sandwich will make
me feel less stressed and worried. eating a chicken sandwich will make me
temporarily forget the shame i feel for wanting a chicken sandwich.
you sometimes still need to distinguish
between your reasons for wanting a chicken sandwich. because sometimes the
reasons are bad. even still. even now. and that is called a bad day.
that is called a bad moment.
that is not called undoing the past three years of
work.
you think about the article you're writing
about a basketball player. you think of her voice on the phone today when she
said, "i want to win." you think about how much you want to run, run
and not stop. you think about how much you could accomplish if you didn't think
and talk yourself out of things.
you think about how tired all your thinking
makes you.
you sit there and you stop.
you stop reading the emails that are making
you more stressed. you stop thinking about the things that are making you tired
and worried. you stop being mad at yourself for taking twenty seconds to think
about eating a chicken sandwich because it's something warm.
the warmth and safety you crave is not wrapped in a piece of foil.
you will find it. you're getting there. have faith that you will carry yourself the rest of the way.
you think of what jim told you, this
is your time. wrap yourself in the warmth and joy of everything. let
yourself be happy. you deserve to be this happy. it's your time now. let it be.
he shakes his head a lot. you've really got to try and let things be, rhi.
you choose. you can choose to have more faith
in things, more faith and less fear. or you can choose the opposite.
faith in yourself is always the better option.
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