A stolen moment of freedom spent on the porcelain throne.
“Hey babe, can you watch the kids? I’ll be back in a ‘minute’ ”.
I take off down the habitual rabbit hole of time well wasted; checking in on that complete stranger to see if she had her baby yet.
Gmail → Instagram → Facebook.
Where’s that app I really need.
The one that guides and predicts my day:
For dinner tonight cook this.
Here are directions to the path of least resistance;
to the path of most enjoyment.
Reminder: don’t pick that battle.
Coura needs to be held 20% more today.
A weird rash analysis.
Toddler not listening? Say this instead of that.
An app that knows for sure: everything is going to be okay today.
So I can let go of my worries and find joy without hesitation.
Check in to my abundant reality.
I guess I don’t need an app for that.
Time to shit or get off the pot.