Healing Butter

I put the lid back on the peanut butter without thinking about it.
Didn’t sigh. Didn’t narrate it to myself.
Didn’t analyze it.
Did the thing and moved on.
Cleaned the spoon and got on with the day.

Just noticed afterwards—
Huh. I’m probably okay today.

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