Minute by Minute
Take it day by day, they say.
Time heals all wounds, they say.
With a broken heart, 24 hours feels like an eternity. Stretched out in uncomfortable pauses and a pain that lingers, despite your best efforts to pretend it’s not there.
Taking it “day by day” proves too difficult.
So I focus on the minutes. I can handle 60 seconds.
I get out of bed and spend 6 minutes showering. I get dressed in 2 minutes. I brush my teeth and look in the mirror, seeing the wear and tear of a broken relationship on the wrinkles in my eyes and my tired cheeks.
Suddenly 10 minutes have gone by. It feels like a small victory to get this far.