It’s been a rough life to the point that I want to give up, but then I remember I have a new book to finish.

I remember promising to meet college friends before the end of the month because I miss laughing with them. I remember hearing that my favorite artist was about to drop a new album. I remember wanting to go to the café shop to get my favorite sweets and how I am so close to getting my complementary cookies as an avid customer, or how the month was said to have the best colors of sunsets by the bay.

I recall a lot of things – my best friend is getting married, and I will be giving a speech. My dog is waiting for me to go home every single day with waggling tails. The cold coffee I left on the kitchen’s countertop. The notes I said I’d compile into a book. My unfinished crocheted cardigan.

I remember how I said I couldn’t make it but held on for another day, and how magically a year has passed since then. It’s been such a rough life that I thought about giving up. But then I remember the little things that wait for me.

With life and all its erratic storms and marvels, I never knew that I would find my saving grace through the delays and detours.