Day 4,175—The Ding from the Toaster—

 

The smell of bread, the taste of coffee, the smell of rain mixed with dirt, the sound of a firetruck, the feel of the uneven sidewalk—I took it all in as I willed myself to stand up. My alarm woke me up at 4 a.m. exactly; it took me five minutes to walk downstairs to start getting ready. Yesterday was unreasonably tough, like trying to stop a bulldozer with your bare hands. Your mind reminds you, “You can always step to the side. It is not like you getting hit by the bulldozer is going to make that big of a difference.”

You ask back, “But what if everyone steps to the side? What if everyone takes the easy way out?”