Another day

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Everyday the light hits the walls, grows slowly and passes over the sink, onto the counter, down to the floor, before it disappears. Sometimes I come out of our room and see it and those moments seem to last decades, a century passes in the time it takes me to note the precise way the sink is bathed in light. I pause mid-step and I swear every time I think about grabbing my camera, but I don't. I always take that next step. 

Today I walked around the apartment without my glasses on. It was pure laziness, I didn't want to get a new pair of contacts ready this morning, so I wore my glasses. I have a tendency though, to take them off when reading or at the computer (90% of my working day) so I end up forgetting to put them back on and walking around only able to see about a foot and a half in front of me. For the house it's no big deal. Things are blurry but I focus much closer anyway, It's a strange sort of visual isolation: just me and the dust motes. 

Everything seems trivial right now. I'm knitting. I'm working. I'm doing this crazy Whole30. Steele and I part every morning and come back together every evening, just like a normal working couple. 

I guess I've been on a plateau for a while now. Maybe I'll come to a canyon soon, or a bridge, or a fall, or maybe the grade will incline and I'll lose my breath again. 

Does the end of January always have this slump? Like, resolutions have been set and made (and are being followed, to some extent) but there just this feeling. This feeling like we're waiting for the rest of the year to start. (This kind of thinking is how I always get to March feeling like, where have the last two months gone?) 

I'm definitely one for making midnight promises. The kind that you feel very passionate about until you wake up the next morning and go through another day and just feel like slumping on the couch at the end of it. But you know, I guess I'll keep making them. Maybe instead of waiting for the next thing to come at me (the fall, the incline, the canyon) I should start running towards something, anything.

(Now doesn't that just all sound so metaphorical?)

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