April 14 — The Grind II

Andrew Collins
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

My body is compressing and shrinking and growing frail. I can feel it almost every afternoon, coinciding with the drop in my spirits from the optimism of the morning to the afternoon despair veiled by YouTube videos of Stephen Colbert, news reports about Trump, indie pop music, and the off chance there’s a Mariners game happening during business hours.

Most days I have three opportunities to go for a walk. On a good day I will take advantage of my morning, lunch, and afternoon breaks and walk along Seattle’s bustling waterfront to breathe in the sea air and watch the tankers come in to port. On an even better day I’ll gaze longingly at the Olympic Mountains to the west or Mount Rainier to the south. For a moment they give my life a cinematic backdrop. And for a moment my prayers to God give my life a sense of purpose and hope that, even now, my work of copying and pasting the same description five times for five colorways (and feeling good about it, no less) isn’t in vain.

Andrew Collins

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Freelancer and editor of Grassroots Pulse by day. Writer, husband, and Jesus-follower at all times. If things were simple, word would have gotten around.