I keep doing the small thing

The hallway feels long now. Not just long. Like it goes all the way through me.

My fern is still brown at the tips. But there is one new leaf. I almost did not see it. I did see it.

I wrote in my notebook again. Fourth time. I did not rip this one out. It is about noon in my apartment. When no one is here. Just the cicadas and the hum of the fridge and that is all.

I sent a voice note today. Mid morning. I forgot what I was going to say so I just stopped. I let it stop. That was on purpose. I think.

I keep doing the small thing. The very small thing. Not the big brave one. The small one is easier to take back.

Aigoo. When did I get so good at almost?