The beauty of living alone

I kick off my sneakers 

and drop the takeout sushi on the coffee table 

I sit on the floor and sigh

after what I always think is the longest day 

My hand gravitates to the remote 

and I put on that god-awful show 

with characters making questionable decisions 

like I used to

And still do (only slightly true) 

And I realize how beautiful this moment is: living on my own 

Knowing who I am, or at least starting to

Because at the end of the day

life goes on 

And don’t you know how lucky you are

to have gotten this far 

One day, you’ll look back and miss the mess, the carefree days 

And see that being alone wasn’t so bad 

after all