#117

I wish you a journey of yellow lights with a bored, smalltown cop riding behind you the entire time.  I wish you lactose sensitivities and a gluten allergy at a restaurant that says they have a full gluten-sensitive menu but really only serves two salads. I hope that one of them is your all-time favorite salad and that while you’re enjoying it, a delicious bite goes down the wrong pipe and causes your life to flash before your eyes.  I hope that someone in the room learned CPR about three years ago and saves your life, but also cracks a few ribs in the process.  The therapist said that I’m not supposed to waste my time wishing you ill so instead, I wish you regularly inconvenienced.

#111

In my recurring nightmare, I am actually moving.  I am running as fast as I can.   But, despite my best efforts,  everyone is passing me.

Good God, signing up for a 5k might have been a huge mistake.  It feels like the equivalent of purposely going onstage and attempting to perform a piece that quit rehearsing weeks ago or jumping out a window because I once had a dream that I could fall far better than I could fly.