Anyway.
A word I use when I’ve gone off on a tangent in my thinking.
When I catch myself spiraling.
When I need to land.
Anyway.
A mental shrug.
A filler word.
A reset.
Somewhere between the overthinking
and the returning,
it started doing more work than I realized.
Anyway is what you say
when the grand conclusion doesn’t arrive.
When the speech falls flat.
When the universe declines to participate.
You pause.
Anyway.
And you go back to whatever you were doing.
Anyway is not optimism.
It’s not belief.
It’s not confidence.
It’s what’s left
when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
You didn’t get the response.
You didn’t feel the spark.
You didn’t wake up transformed.
Anyway.
You make the coffee.
You send the email.
You wash the dish.
You write the sentence no one asked for.
That counts.
Not to destiny.
Not to meaning.
Just to the next thing.
And sometimes
that is enough.
Still here.
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