Sprinting to Catch the Bus
On resolutions.
Ran to get the bus, I texted my sister. lol.
I tell her about it every time; we both agree that running to catch the bus is a uniquely hilarious state. It’s rare, I guess, in the course of a regular day, to be so plainly desperate, naked in your desires.
Plus, you have to admit it feels a bit goofy to be sprinting in shoes not up for the task, your bag bouncing hard against your back, and your fate so often in the hands of a hopefully forgiving traffic light, a merciful crosswalk signal, or your ability to skip, Frogger-like, across traffic.
The other night, I made it. Bless the person with the wrinkly dollar bills for holding up the queue long enough that I arrived, panting, having spotted the bus coming from over the hill and racing to beat it to the stop. It was cold as hell, and I was already dreading the walk.
But there is never regret, however stupid it felt. Even when you miss the bus—well, was it silly to hope?
Sitting down, still catching my breath, I looked around at my fellow bus riders and thought: here we are, the beginning of the year and all the things that will come of it. Maybe I could resolve to spend it being more open in my wants, to keep trying and chasing—however impossible it seems.
P.S.: Sending all my love to those in Los Angeles—I hope you and your loved ones are safe. If you aren’t in LA and/or are able to help those affected by the fires, Mutual Aid Network LA has a list of ways to get involved. <3