Every day, all day, 1000 little victories. Countless momentous… moments?

A grocery list.

An inventory.

A checklist.

Always in the black but, still haunted by mathematics. The notion that they should add up to something. Sum thing. Should there be a sum? Every day in the black, so why are do I end some days/sum days feeling they add up to nothing? With 1000 little victories one might thing that the battle had been won.

A grand total?

A prize?

I’m of two minds on how to count this up, and both minds feel a certain level of disdain for each other. The lesser but more physically adept brain says try harder. The smarter of the two says stop counting, with a gentle reminder that I was never good at math anyway.