The unfinished cup of tea

I found a half finished cup of tea on my desk after spending the afternoon moving between tasks it had gone cold beside an open notebook 📓 and a list of things I had completed I warmed it again then sat down long enough to notice how scattered my attention had.

The tea tasted stronger the second time and the room had grown quieter I chose one task and finished it before opening anything else Nothing dramatic changed but the evening became more manageable sometimes caring for myself begins with something as plain as drinking what I made and doing one.