Did not remember writing this prompt on the index card. Did not know where this poem was going.
THE HABIT OF BEING YOURSELF
At first, you can’t help yourself
Squall eat sleep twenty four seven
Until you smile.
It’s hard to stay awake and present. 24/7. Impossible, probably . So we put things in place that allow us to go on autopilot. Habits. Rituals. Traditions. Sometimes, they’re good for us, e.g. working out everyday. But even those rituals…