Thirty-One: Week Thirty-Five

Days two hundred and thirty-nine through two hundred and forty-five

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Welcome back to Thirty-One, the project where I attempt to write something every day for a year. If you missed any previous issues, you can find them here.

Day Two Hundred and Thirty-Nine (December 21st)
Imagine if humans evolved to be bioluminescent. Would we form a firefly approximation, flashing our intentions to draw in like-minded individuals? Or would we go the route of the glow worm, sending out a warning of cold, blue-green light? Beautiful, but toxic. Do not approach. 

Day Two Hundred and Forty (December 22nd)
I just saw a newsletter titled “Permanent Retrograde.” I thought it said “Pomegranate Retrograde.” I like that better. We can talk about the moon being in pomegranate or maybe having a pomegranate rising. Let’s make this a thing.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-One (December 23rd)
Light beams through the window and creates an entirely new window of light. It paints itself on the opposite wall with sharp, distinct lines. The semi-open blinds add a rhythmic texture with perfectly placed shadows. Then the sun sets, and the light window fades to black, waiting for its chance to return.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Two (December 24th)
Logically, I know that the end of the month is difficult for me because of my MS medication cycle. Yet, every month, that knowledge smacks me in the face. It makes my life feel like a series of stops and starts rather than one continuous experience. What I lack in energy, I make up for in self-pity. Such is life, I guess. This is the time for pajamas and warm blankets on the couch. The important things can wait till next week.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Three (December 25th)
Undoing and becoming
are two sides of the same coin.
The coin itself
is being. 

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Four (December 26th)
When I was little, I used to sleep over at my Geegee’s house. At night, before she went to sleep, she’d sit on the edge of her bed and put Biofreeze gel on her feet. She had diabetic neuropathy, so her toes bothered her. When I got MS, I got neuropathy in my feet, too. I’m like my grandma in many ways, but I never thought I’d inherit her Biofreeze habits. Yet here I am, on the edge of my bed, putting Biofreeze gel on my feet to soothe the burning.

Day Two Hundred and Forty-Five (December 27th)
I want to see all the beautiful places before we ruin them, too. 

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