Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-Three
2:45 a.m.
I stand on my tiptoes to watch them snake through the line. That’s it. They’re on their way now.
I could go back to sleep, or I could just go on about the day as normal. I change my clothes and put on my hiking shoes and head out.
Fox. Turkey. Three crows.
Non-time.
“Gratitude, mindfulness, exercise, and sleep are non-negotiables for peak performance.” - The Art of Impossible
I still have a hard time picturing him as a high schooler. He’s a high schooler now.
Maybe I’ll come back today.
365 days of closed rings.
Control what you can control.
I think I should stay away.