Really, this couldn’t have come at a better season.
The dead of winter is the perfect time
for me to be holed up at home
with little to do.
I can focus incessantly on house projects
while concerning myself with how to save money.
I can look through the things in my apartment
seeing what I can burn
what I can sell
and what I cannibalize.
This will work out well, I am certain.

My phone has been dying,
so I will have less excuse to go out and do things
being away from my charger
with income being so delightfully tight right now.

Creativity will no doubt go through the roof
as anxiety creeps up
up up up up up
and upward again.

Finally, desperate exercises in positivity
will help me practice my imagination.
I will end this season of dread
far stronger than I entered it
and with a very tinder-tinged home,
I’m sure.