Today

And there it was in my stomach, suddenly, in the middle of my
afternoon shift. The poisonous uncertainty, the weight of doubt.

I've made a mistake.
I can't do this.
I want to go home.

All of my favorite springs slowly wash through my memories. I'm
standing in the kitchen, grasping to hold onto an intangible thing: a
feeling of calm, the beautiful sunlight, the smell of cedar and
pavement.