Forced to imagine

I just missed the structure.

The structure I knew so well

Taken from me

A new one forced upon me

Based on my dining table

Now no longer a sacred place to eat

A place to sit all-day

Stress central

I hated it

Forced to adapt

I wasn’t ready

No one was.

But soon I did adapt

I made time

Time for myself

Time to get up

Time to stand up

Time to go outside

Started with a breath of fresh air

Became a necessary ritual

All I needed to do was walk

Mind cleared

Motivated once again

Even on the hot days of early summer

Mind cleared.

Motivated once again.

I don’t miss any of it

But I do miss it.

I miss the comfort

The comfort that eased the stress

The stress of a new lifestyle

One put upon me for an indefinite period.

So I do miss it, I guess.

I guess I do.