What should she focus on in this last day of the business week?
What was most important, and did any of it really matter?
There were so many choices – and she pushed against the threatening pressure to make space in her head for thinking clearly.
“Anything you do will be worthwile,” his lingering presence reassured her, as if he was there as her mental patchkit for accessing.
Had she become broken then, after all, as last night’s worrying while singing to a song had prompted?
If she willed her insides to become more still, maybe the right path would reveal its shining glory.
(Title play with words)
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