Grater Recommendations

by Anonymous

Dear Diary,

I had a lot on my mind today. My tasks were trapped in the blue lines of my notepad. Never-ending. Still, as the rays of the sun warmed my naked arms this morning, I knew I needed a slow start.

My breakfast was healthful, and it tasted like a much-needed hug. Nibbling on a sweet slice of peach, I couldn’t help but wish that I was a tiny frog sunbathing on a heap of maple leaves.

There are so many impressive things I want to do.

My greatest accomplishment today is that I wrote and recorded a beautiful song. A cup of Earl Grey tea to my left, my notepad to my right, and the cosmos of music at my disposal. I straightened my back and began to play around with my keyboard. Amongst the limitless combinations of keys, scales, instruments and chords, I discovered a sound that resembled the feeling I get when I look at a warm-toned sky. I suppose it’s Mother Nature that makes me feel safe on Earth, my beloved blue home.

When I took a short break, I stared at my olive tree and stretched my arms before replanting her into a larger flowerpot. I curiously observed the dirt underneath my nails. How does a grain of sand compare to a lone star? I imagined escaping the nest that is my planet. If I could, where would I go? Neptune? A far-away moon, perhaps? Or a separate galaxy entirely?

I drew my attention to my song again. When I listened back to it, the knot I had felt in my mind finally unravelled.

In the evening, I decided to check the news: ‘The Percentage of Women Working in Each Political Party’. As I looked at yet another disappointing and disproportional bar graph, I was reminded that I will have to make extraordinary efforts to succeed.

I didn’t get to cross out a single job on today’s list.

I stared out of my window at the infinite sky, peppered with starry sprinkles.

Today, I’m just glad I exist.