I tick boxes.  That’s my thing now.

I tick a box, I get happy.

I tick another box, I get happier.

I tick boxes until there’s none left to tick, or until a new day starts….. then there’s a whole collection of fresh boxes to tick.

Most days I don’t tick as many boxes as I promise myself I will.

Then the unticked boxes make me sad.

They sit berating me.

They’re a sign of my weakness.

They’re a sign of how much I want, but how little I do or push myself.

A collection of boxes make, and then break, most of my days.

I’ve created a prison of boxes.