A throwaway comment from a meeting I barely remember.
Still running laps in my head three days later.
Meanwhile the phone call that made my week got a nod and a coffee.
The scoreboard's broken.
Small slights rack up points. Quiet wins barely register.
I'm tracking a game no one else is playing.
If I saw the real numbers I'd be embarrassed.
Hours spent on what deserved minutes.
Minutes spent on what deserved hours.
The things that matter aren't loud.
I just need to stop rewarding the noise.
