the day after
I ate lunch at a little Mexican joint. I cleared off my plate in seconds due to fatigue. Still had 40 minutes to spare, so I sat watching a father play with his daughter.
It didn’t make me want to have kids or even a husband really, yet there was something soothing about watching them count the cars on the street and name the different colors. Her dad said, “Don’t forget your baby.” She picked up her miniature doll in her miniature stroller and said I have to pee. I watched as they scooted off together. He in his big boy scooter and she in her pink Barbie one. The father covered in tattoos.
Today my body is strangely sore and achey. I texted a friend, “I feel like I climbed a mountain.” She reminded me that I did. At least figuratively.
As my achey body sat in the booth by myself, I felt the tears well in my eyes. Here I was a girl crying on her lunch break for no reason at all. Just full of emotion and not sure where to pour it.
I never expected the path toward my dream to feel exactly like this… At times you feel so connected to everything and everyone. Other times just isolated and alone. Perhaps I’m just super tired and a good night sleep would do me wonders.
