A Year From Now: The Little Things

A year from now, I hope I remember the little things. I hope I remember walking home from work and, for the first time in months, not having anything to do. I hope I remember going to Trader Joe's on the way home, and the way the line was only back to the wine section and not wrapped around two of the frozen food sections.

I hope I remember coming home to a relatively clean house and taking my time putting away groceries and getting vegetables prepped to start cooking. I hope I remember the sound of the 90s Spotify playlist coming through the stereo and the smell of the Cider Lane candle burning.

I hope I remember that things don't always go as planned. I hope I remember that that's life and that I

I hope I remember my drive. I hope I remember that I got a do-over, and I hope I used it. I hope I remember how I

I hope I remember to let go. I hope I remember that I'm invincible. I hope I remember that

I hope I remember sleeping in and having waffles for breakfast.