Existential vitamins 🍵
I count my age in One-A-Days
by now—am I a thousand? I shake
my bedside bottle to hear how many days
I’ve slipped into bed and slurped down vitamins
with lukewarm peppermint tea.
The sound grows lighter every day.
Most of the time I still feel 17, and it’s difficult
to negotiate the years of difference between;
yet these years have fortified my bones, and
my heart. So I’ll take them like I take my vitamins:
One day at a time.
I’m really thinking about the passage of time this week, and was glad to revisit some of these older notes to self. Turns out, this ol’ gal sees how desperately she needs a self-edit now and again. (And by “now and again,” I mean always always always). Happy Friday 💛