Most people won’t do this for themselves so:
I hereby grant you permission
to step out of the thickness of it all,
to unzip it like a winter coat
and shed it like too-tight skin
letting your new tender exterior
finally be kissed by the healing dew of the first spring morning.
Shrug it off,
the superfluous worry and drama,
and let it fall to your feet
and allow needless stress
to return to silent, wet soil
to be neutralized and forgotten.
Give it a hair flip,
or middle fingers,
or not a second thought at all.
Title it no big deal
and let it roll off
like the sweet sweat of relief
after being in a hot seat for just a moment.
You’re off the hook
for these little trips and slips.
raise an eyebrow,
and with a coolness and composure
usually only delineated by royalty,
say, “Shit happens”
and mean it.