manic vs. panic

Ides of March

This week?

The best kind of manic:

Meetings, greetings, deadlines, new-client calls.

Tonight?

The twingy kind of panic:

Facebook postings, flower deliveries, text flurries.

Left brain says:

You aren’t alone in your grief.

Take comfort.

Alberto is remembered—and missed—by many.

Right brain says:

Shit.

Did you overestimate your healing?

What if you have a meltdown tomorrow?

In Central Park?

Or afterward?

Central lobe says:

Put your besties on notice.

Admit that you don’t know how 9:03am will feel.

Or anything after.

And take it from there.