94: Mental Cuffing Season
It’s a crisp Sunday morning. The fog of Joliet’s shrubbery surrounded my ankles throughout the rain puddles that dipped in the potholes. Two cups of coffee pump through my bloodstream and I’m boarding a train back to Chicago with C’ne by my side. She sighs comfortably while reading an article on her phone, face relieved of all the tension a workweek brings. My stomach is full of eggs and my heart is full of love. We spent time with both our families this holiday season and the high of being surrounded by those that love us is falling from our heads and dissipating into the air along, sharing air space with the small talk of train passengers.
I’m taking a break this week for that reason. The new year is fast approaching; a natural progression of winter’s cuffing season, holding close your dreams and aspirations, figuring out what’s next, what retires, and what holds importance. I exclaim these feelings not to brag, but to publicly remind myself in the midst of all of life’s minor annoyances, I don’t have it as bad as I believe it to be.
What did you figure out about yourself this holiday season? Hit reply and let me know.