Stumbling Through

I wake up everyday with this sort of amnesia.

Thoughts running through my mind. To-do lists draped across my heart.

I am bewildered, beset by concerns.

It’s not as if I have conquered my previous 35 years of life’s challenges-—some minor, some more severe.

That track record is nowhere to be found.

And so, every morning, as I inch my way back to participating in the world around me, I put one foot in front of the other and go about my day.

Maybe my past triumphs and successes don’t seem to connect to my current concerns.

Or maybe I just have a sort of amnesia.

Wherein, everyday, slowly by surely, I am to remind myself of who I am.