My last post was on the one year anniversary of me starting this thing, and I wrote about needing to pee. I didn’t realize then that it was the anniversary, but now it seems not entirely suited to the occasion.
Though that is often my state when I’m writing these. I’ve just woken up. I’m in my pajamas. My body is getting settled into being awake. I’m drinking coffee while rocking gently back and forth in my little hammock chair swing.
It takes a while to enter the world fully. Or even partially, which is generally where I end up.
My entire weight is supported by one hefty eye screw that was in the beam above me when I moved it. Everything is cozy and womb-like right now, but that could end at any moment. It’s in moments like these that I am particularly appreciative of my ample backside which will cushion the blow should it all come crashing down.
One of my early pieces here was about watching a house across the way get knocked down. A two story building that had stood on that spot for decades, housing people I’d sometimes see cooking through the windows, lit by a fluorescent ceiling ring. Rubble in fifteen minutes. I imagined them getting the house wrong, me out on an errand and coming back to a pile where I used to live.
The trick of life is acknowledging how ephemeral this all is while grabbing the moments of warmth and security where we can. The eye screw could give at any moment, but for now I’m cozy in my fluffy robe, my fine ass suspended above the floorboards.