I’ve drained a cup of pomegranate tea and eaten a tofu riblet sandwich. My shower was nice this morning, and I even dressed myself well. So, I’m ready, completely ready.
And yet, I’m sitting at my desk in front of an entire chapter of psychology reading, unfinished crochet hats meant as Christmas gifts, and a pile of things needing to be set away.
So, I turn up the song by Beirut coming from my laptop and try to breathe, fixing my pink scarf as I do so and adjusting my short skirt. Exhale. Inhale. There isn’t an order.
I stare down at my psychology text book again. The section of the chapter is entitled “Obedience”. I roll my eyes and exhale again, rereading the first sentence for the third time. “There is a difference between the concepts of compliance, which is agreeing to change one’s behaviour because someone else asks for the change, and obedience, which is changing one’s behaviour at the direct order of an authority figure.” I reread it again. Four times, now.
And with another exhale, I neglect the text book, looking back up to the laptop screen, with a shining website about Copenhagen Street Style. My favourite. I smile and breathe again, knowing that there is still plenty of time to read. There just isn’t plenty of time to live. So I make my decision.