You come in after a long day at work, head down, and take your shoes and coat off before you reach me at the desk. You are polite in your greeting, a connoisseur of etiquette and decorum. I check-in with you, and each time your face betrays your indifferent reply when I call you by name. “Me? You know my name?” your eyebrows seem to say to me. I smile in reply and you are off to get ready for your workout.
You say hello to one, maybe two people, but you spend the majority of your time putting on your sneakers, checking your hair, and pulling down your workout shirt; you are predictable in the truest, most beautiful ways.
You work through the course, anticipating those modifications that will need to be made. You laugh when others break out in dance instead of running down the track. You are not jealous of them or ashamed to be in the same room as them. They are your teammates and you are proud of their courage. You’ve told me before, “I wish I could break it down out there.” One day you will. I have complete faith in that
I did not get a chance to say goodbye, but I saw you.
I see you every single day.
And I am proud of you,
Brittany on the Desk