Natural Progression (1st Attempt @ Flash Fiction)

I woke up this morning and was no longer afraid. That little nagging sensation that turns into a voice constantly saying, “You’re going to lose,” was completely devoid of purpose and reason. People of a certain nature tend to compromise much of their life for others, but that isn’t today. Today is a selfish day, a progressive day, a mental health day, and everything else falls to the wayside.

“What the hell are you doing?” my husband asks as he sees the applications on the table.

“I’m taking care of me for a change,” I respond point blank. “I’m tired of watching others get ahead, and I’m still stuck in the same position.”

Stuck really isn’t the right word is it? I believe stagnant is more appropriate. He then does his duty, supporting me like a good husband should though he is reluctant to take of the responsibility of more debt.

It is quite progressive and trusting on his part, being 1965 and all. Progressiveness makes for interesting judgments, looks, and conversations. I now tell him I love him every day as our family, our marriage, and our lives are no longer stagnant and full of the fear of failure.