First: roll out of bed.
I contemplate just putting my feet on the floor and wondering if they will support my body weight. One cannot take these things for granted.
Really. I am actually in my bed right now having done part one and haven’t got to the part where my feet actually touch the ground.
But if I can get past this, there is coffee. Maybe some toast and an egg.
Such are the tiny goals that will get me through the day, bit by bit.
It’s funny to think about my young self who had Grand dreams of changing the world with her art. The goal was never monetary. Maybe a wonderful relationship? But I have that with my sons.
I could contemplate all the things I had wanted to do beyond this house and what else I need to do today.
Getting to that cup of coffee is enough.