I don’t know what’s right.

I usually know what’s off.

It shows up as ache.

Not pain exactly.

Not panic completely.

Ache gently.

The quiet kind.

The kind I can ignore

IF

I’m fast enough.

IF

distracted enough.

IF

impressed with myself enough.

The ache stays.

It echoes.

A reminder that this isn’t it.

Not quite.

The temptation is to numb it.

Make it go away.

Motivate through it.

The ache is an indicator that something is misaligned.

Maybe if I pause to feel it,

I’ll find my way back

closer to right.