Everything's okay

It’s 12:20 p.m. At the office today. I’m enjoying my lunch break outside, sipping a chai latte in the courtyard. My fingers are sticky with pistachio bun goo. I’m eyeing a few bun chunks covered in dirt, wondering if they can still be eaten — because this is how I roll, always spilling drinks on myself and dropping my food on the ground. “It’s hard to be a Sylvia,” E would say. I needed some air.…