It’s a new month. I didn’t remember Rabbit Rabbit. I never do. But it’s still a new month. A new beginning. Every day is a new beginning. Zero O’clock.
When I’m stressed, I fiddle around with my Rubik’s Cubes. Plural. I like making pretty patterns with the colors. The 4×4 still stumps me because I can’t wrap my head around how the “center” pieces rotate. I can solve it traditionally, a solid color on each side, but trying to make patterns is something I haven’t mastered yet because those center squares keep rotating. Not having a single center piece throws me off. Off-center. Off balance. This is why I like odd numbers better. There’s a center. So I’ll make pretty patterns with the 3×3 instead. This is my stress relief.
I’m either bloated or I’ve gained more weight. The pants that fit me last week don’t today. That may or may not have anything to do with the salted caramel chocolate bar I ate. It likely doesn’t, since (a) one candy bar shouldn’t make that much of a difference and (b) I only had 1/4 of the bar. It’s probably other bad food choices on top of stress on top of … everything?
I deleted two paragraphs from this post. I nearly deleted three. Things I’d like to say, but I’m afraid to. Small steps. I’m just human. Fallable. Imperfect. Beautiful.
Remember that. You’re beautiful. You. Whoever’s reading this. You are beautiful. And you are loved.