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but first, coffee.

My mantra. At least, before coffee.

I hesitate to type: Nablopomo. Will I really make it? After all, it's already the 7th. But you see, I really need to think about something other than what tomorrow could bring. The tomorrow. Instead, I need to focus on the now. The here. The tangible, touchable, tidbits of my reality. The things I have control over. The me of things.

This is the beginning of mindfulness.

Or something.

Day one.