My Little Window

I changed offices. 

My new office has a window on the second story. When I crack open the blinds, I can watch people take their lunch breaks, the snow fall like feathers from the sky, or see Spring blossom. This gives me a beautiful breather as I sift through piles of paperwork. 

Escape isn’t always stepping outside or getting in your car, but gazing out a window and imagining where you could be right now. Coping skills come in all sorts of sizes and shapes, but mine is a little window. My hours have changed, too.

This will allow me to take walks in the afternoon. Maybe things will become more normal? What is normal anyway?