break

fall had broke. the weight was crushing all our shoulders. you could see people with their foreheads scraping the ground. i think i must have collected a garden worth of gravel in my hair.
the last stretch was the worst. paper after paper added weight to the stack. you wouldn't think that 14 pieces of paper could be so heavy, but i swear there was so much dirt in my henna died hair that it was turning brown again.
and then it broke. just like that. stress, stress, stress, and then nothing. i watched glee, triumph of love, stardust, and big bang theory all in one day. i knitted a pouch for my id because i felt like it. "me time" was on the schedule again.
we had a four day weekend to shake all the gravel out of hair and straighten out our backs. lying down flat in the middle of a road staring at the stars helps with that. so do naps. and climbing mountains at midnight. though you might end up replacing the gravel with colored leaves.
working with good food helps to clear the air. especially when you use one too many jalapeños. and all the food is free. eating olive oil isn't the worst thing you could do. especially when it tastes so good.
and a word of advice for when the stress starts back up again: be careful when you walk down hills. don't step in the drainpipes, they tend to bruise.

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