Will this week feel fluid or fixed
Will I exercise on the days I’m supposed to
I even wrote it in red and set the alarms

Should I have washed that spinach before eating it
Will I take walks and lunch breaks as I promised my calendar I would

Will I remember to breathe from my belly, not from my chest
Will I remember to
Breathe

Will I make that soup
Will I drink less coffee
Will I find that missing library book

Will I lean back in my chair and proclaim, “Ah, I’m caught up”
Only to remember that I’m trying to stop saying that
Since ‘caught up’ is a construct and I’m neither
Behind nor caught up
I’m not ahead or on track
I just am

Will I write more in my journal
And revisit my book in progress, beloved but abandoned

Will I mother from my head or my heart
Will I remember to make those cookies I promised her we’d bake together
Will I remember to put on the kids music on the way to daycare
Simply because she has stopped asking for it
And I’m not yet ready for that

Will I call my grandma who likes to talk on the phone
And send a card to the one who no longer can

Will I remember to meditate
Will I remember that I’m trying to remember
To remind myself
To meditate

Will I finish the book I’m reading
Will I start something new
Will I put away the laundry that sits unfolded and ignored
Outside my door

Will I schedule that physical
And request that bloodwork

Sunday nights, always brimming with questions and inquiries
I find that I am a mystery to myself
Even though I am also predictable and at home
With myself

Intentions not always matching actions
Actions not always matching ideas

Will I remember
Will I remember
Will I remember

Will I be present in each moment this week
Allowing for flexibility, freedom, and spontaneity

(I will)

-Sunday Scaries