i have tried to become more rigid with myself in the mornings. you see, i spring from a line of chronically late people, dripping with apology, and that becomes a tiresome thing to carry around. so i swat at various urges that will lead to tardiness. oh, i should print out the lyrics to this joanna song and cut out my favorite phrases for my wallet or something! no, get dressed. oh, i should totally organize my books by color! no, fix that bed head. oh, i should rearrange my furniture, make the room flow better! no, ride off on that bike.
i was making some meager progress in this. no major setbacks, just listening to a song on repeat three too many times. or cooing while pulling my cat’s upper lip to reveal his lethally cute front tooth gap. or mindlessly chewing raspberries while looking east through my kitchen window.
this morning, it was reading this michelle williams interview. i don’t even do that. not for michelle, not for anyone, besides a very select group of dead women i wish i could have shared something with, or a few living musicians who know how to play my heartstrings just so. the point of this wordy post is to say that she had some truly beautiful things to say. and that i cried in my bed. and that i am going to be late today.
