i'll take my time

Today, I’m going to wake up, brush my teeth, and comb my hair, but I won't feel like I'm in my skin. 

I’m going to walk into work with a smile on my face and a touch of lipstick—the finishing touch to the grand finale where I pretend everything is as sweet as the Splenda in her coffee. No, I may not be able to move mountains today, but I'll be composed as I stand quietly to myself in a crowded elevator.

Today marks 11 years since my mother passed away, and I still hear her voice saying to me, "Take your time, I'm right here."