Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-Five
Slower start today. Slower pace today. I am starting to remember how to read the color of the sky.
A “find yourself” kind of Friday.
Perfect timing anyway?
“Be honest and vulnerable.” Who can learn with me? “Overlap can create faster cohesion.” “Lead with curiosity.”
I will not have time to vacuum, and I’m a little distressed about it.
This ride gets harder and harder every time. Maybe it’s because I’m always trying to squeeze in just one more email.
As he walks up to his second at bat, I yell at him to swing at the first pitch. First pitch. He swings. Single. If only he listened every time.
I make over to the softball field just in time to see her second hit—a line drive down the third base line. I love how much she loves her team.
Firepit conversations, photoshoot wine, and the sound of the ocean layered between laughs.
I forget he and I both have an interest in ghosts and aliens.
There’s a full moon out there somewhere.
