Searching for Spoons
I need a minute. Let me sit here and just breathe for a second, please. In. Out. In. Out. Again. Start at the bottom, now. My feet; barefoot on the rug. I really need to vacuum the rug. Another thing to put on the list. "Wiggle your big toe." Echolalia as per the usual. None of my toes want to stay put, though. I am trying to stop moving, I really am. I can't seem to stop though. I have to move. If I stop, I feel like I'll fall apart. Don't think about that now. Move if you have to, there's nothing wrong with that. Legs. Onto the legs. My calfs. Nothing to report. I think about how my kids are all toe-walkers. I wasn't a toe walker. My feet turned inward. I had special shoes. We went to Evansville to get them. My parents bronzed a pair of them. There was a picture frame in the middle of them that had a picture of me as a toddler....
