One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight.
It was a habit, like a nervous tick or a form of OCD.
She counted the steps. Leaving… just eight simple steps to a new day, a new hope, a new dream.
One. I will not let what happened yesterday overrule today.
Two. I will embrace new opportunities.
Three. I will try to smile at everyone.
Four. Drat. I forgot my travel cup with my coffee. Forget it, I’m not going back. Four! I will not go backwards!
Five. I am in control.
Six. I feel empowered.
Seven. My life is my own.
Eight. Time to get a shimmy on!
As the sun sets she approaches her steps and begins the climb.
One. I am weary but not defeated.
Two. I tried my best.
Three. Tomorrow is a new day.
Four. I am starving… No wait. I am thankful for a roof over my head, a job to pay my bills and put food on my table.
Five. I will de-stress.
Six. I am leaving work baggage at the door.
Seven. I am thankful to see my family.
Eight. Aaah… I am so glad to be home.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s prompt – #writephoto. You can join in this weeks image or have a gander through the many interesting posts inspired by this wonderful photo by clicking here.
It’s been a long time since I took part in these challenges (or indeed have done any writing) and I am certainly feeling rusty but I enjoyed flexing those writing muscles and having a go.
I wish I could be as methodical following eight steps at the start and end of my day. Which steps would you add/change?