Good morning, again

I wake.

My coffee cup and inbox are full.

The day begins.

I churn text.

Reply. Forward. Archive. Delete.

Each reply encourages another.

I find pace. I flow.

Yet, my box isn’t empty. Never empty.

Anxiety fades. The haze clears.

I’m exhausted yet content. So many today!

Coffee?

Then the meetings.

Important and draining.

The meetings, meetings and the meetings.

The day ends.

I could stop. I should stop.

I check. Again, it’s full.

Just a few. I could start.

For a better tomorrow, I could give of today.

And, tomorrow I’ll start again.