40 inches

Was what the measuring tape pointed to on Daddy's belly. As he stretched out the entire tape ensuring no discrepancies, I saw this look. It fell upon his face then into mine until our faces bore identical expressions of 'how did it get to the point of no-return?'

Indulge then detach. Repeat. A very simple safety net formula that I live on, subconsciously.

I have been thinking very hard on nothing. I think there are so many things I want to do that sometimes my lists are beginning to stare at me, not out of great awe and expectation for completion but in absolute disrespect like they are ready to climb over my overachieving head, underachieving self anytime.

How about we aim for 37 inches before Chinese New Year?

Its Monday again. Woke up at 12 and told myself to be kind.

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