I wrote one prose poem for the book and now I feel wired. Probably too much caffeine. It sharpens the nerves and makes resistance louder. It’s 4:36 am and there’s more project work I could do, but instead I’m writing this. I know the pattern. I get things done by avoiding something else more important. Still, one poem is better than none. These poems aren’t just something pretty. They’re attempts to distil experience in a way that might actually help someone live better, or at least feel less alone. That matters. There’s no need to rush. Rushing usually means the important things slip, physical health, food, sleep. I probably have ten good years in me, maybe more if I start taking better care of myself again. Last night I talked with Grace about my weight and how I used to be fit. I said I’m going to look after myself. She asked what happens if I don’t. I said I’d probably die sooner. She paused and said she wished I’d waited until she was older to tell her that, so she wouldn’t worry as much. That stayed with me. I’m impulsive. I always have been. Willpower isn’t my strength. Somehow, things still get done. I wonder what would change if I supported myself better instead of fighting myself. Today is the last full day I have with Grace before she starts kindy. Tomorrow she starts school. I’ve been waiting for this season, six quiet hours a day to steady my life and focus on the work that matters. But today belongs to her. Today is a good day. Thursday, 6 February 2025 Grace’s first day of school. She looks beautiful in her uniform, pigtails neat, serious and excited at the same time. A milestone for all of us. #reflections #creation Published 6-2-2025 Written on https://freewriter.app