This week’s writing prompt is: NEXT
Next is both a rock in my shoe and a double-espresso to my soul.
Next is cherry blossoms and leaf buds and rhododendron fireworks. Next is the marvel of infant garter snakes at both ends of twilight, soaking the last of the day from the sidewalk.
Next is sun and heat and stiff skin telling me I’ve definitely got a sunburn.
Next is humidity and heat that matches my own body, so it’s hard to breathe and hard to feel real and hard to know if I’m breathing at all, a stratified lake turning over, up and down suddenly a dizzying match.
Next is long days and pleasant nights and feeling the air like a cool drink as the leaves start to whisper a colorful change.
Next is the shock of realizing the leaves have changed, and the ground smells rich and the earthworms are out at night and pumpkins start popping up on porches like grinning mushrooms.
Next is wet feet and telling myself again that I should get a raincoat and the mud tries to steal my shoes. Next is the longing for fairylights and a snap in the morning air and the ancestral pull to migrate or die.
And then, the snow.
Today’s post is short[note]Stop sighing in relief! I heard that![/note]. I’m going to go to bed early. I’m going to get up later than I’ve been getting up this week, because I’m writing this ahead of time. I’m scheduling it.
In the morning, I’m going to take a longer shower than necessary. I’m going to have two, two cups of coffee.[note]Because I’m a damn grownup, and I can do that.[/note] I’ll take the dog on his constitutional, and then I’ll go to work. After work, the doggo and I are going for another walk. How decadent!
That’s what my self care looks like, today. That’s how I’m going to take care of myself. That’s how I’m going to protect my self, today. I may come back later and post pics of the walk, or I may not. It will be a surprise for both of us.
So I’m not writing a proper post today, because I’m opting in for a little nonproductive time spent taking care of myself.
Are you doing anything intentional this month to look after or protect your own wild and precious self?
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