A Note to Myself on a Hard Morning

Dear me,

I know it's Monday and you overslept and spilled your coffee on your last clean shirt. I know the car is making that noise again.

But here's what else is true. The sun is coming in through the kitchen window right now, making a little rainbow on the wall from the glass by the sink. The dog is lying in the patch of light, snoring. There's a text from your sister with a photo of her baby wearing a hat shaped like a strawberry.

You have a job you mostly like, a warm house, people who love you and a library book waiting by the bed.

Change your shirt. Go to work. Look at the strawberry hat again at lunch. It's going to be a pretty good day. Love, me.