Around 2 this morning, I was daydreaming about myrtle beach hotels oceanfront. Then I realized I’m in a pose. A pose so familiar, that it brought back memories.

I was holding a small cup on one hand mid air (like I’m about to make a toast), while my other hand rested on my waist. Funny how seven years could bring so much change to you, even if you’re just standing still. Because that’s how I feel, that I stood still when I realized that there are things in life that I will never have control of. All I can do is enjoy every second that passes by.

I was actually holding a cup of fabric softener waiting for the washing machine to come to its rinse cycle. Thus, the pose. Seven years ago, with that very same pose, a cup in my hand meant tequila.

I suddenly grew tired of standing still.