There was this one time I came close to losing it. For whatever reason, I woke up absolutely certain that an urgent package was coming, and if I missed the mailman, it would be gone for good. I called in sick to work, canceled appointments, even camped out on the porch. Nothing came. I waited harder. I stopped eating and decided that showering was a big con. Just like that, five days went by. When the mailman finally came on the sixth day, he slipped a deck of overdue bills through the slot, looked right at me and said,
Ma’am, what are you waiting for?
A hot shower came next.

–by Jules Moore

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