NPM 3

Little by little you see the change.

Electricity flows through your limbs, energy pulses through your muscles awakening everything that had been dormant for too long.

With every jab and every thrust you shake off the atrophy of stiff joints and learn to move again.

Focus on yourself in the mirror don’t look to your right or to your left.

They’re not why you’re here.

They’re not why you power through.

Their body is not your body.

Their goals are not your goals.

It hurts less today than it did last week. Focus on that.

Focus on the fact that you can do more than you did two months ago.

Don’t quit.

Don’t stop.

Don’t give up.

Every day you get a little bit stronger.

Every day is a new victory.

NPM 2

When cooking you measure spices with your heart not with a tablespoon.

Just the right amount of cayenne to nip at your lips and tongue and remind you you’re alive.
Add enough garlic to make a vampire fear your blood.
A dash and a sprinkle of cumin the way your great grandmother added.
Adobo because why not?
And enough salt to tie it together.

Because a recipe isn’t law but a guide to follow as you please.

*It’s National Poetry month!!!

The goal is to write a poem a day, no matter how crappy.*

One unread email.

Of course he replied. Skip and go to the next.

One unread email.

Resist the urge to throw into the trash. You can check it when you’re less wound up.

One unread email.

Don’t open it.

One unread email.

It’s surely a power move. Establish dominance, don’t engage.

One unread email.

Moved to trash.

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