The burn on my thumb from lighting this candle... it used to throw me off for hours, ruin my focus. Now it just reminds me I'm here, in this moment. The way my dog used to bark at every car that passed. Drove me crazy. Now that she's mostly deaf, I miss it. Even the annoying things become anchors to a time that's slipping away. The chipped mug I hate drinking from, the one I keep meaning to replace. It's been there through so many mornings, so many almost-didn't-make-it days. Maybe the imperfection IS the point.