Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Nine
No more time to wait for the light.
Feeling the difference in my muscles between yesterday’s warm walk and today’s cold walk.
Someone is walking toward me, but I can’t tell who they are. They wave. He has a towel around his neck, so he must be walking down to the fitness center. I should probably wear my contacts on these walks.
Four cups of coffee and no patience left.
Sometimes it’s the chats on the side that get you through.
Everyone is doing the best they can with what they have.
Very much ready for that glass of rosé.
I had forgotten how hot this gym is this time of year.
I catch myself looking at the little things: body language, facial expressions, energy levels. It’s already time.
But I’ve been trying to work on myself for a very long time.
