Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixteen
In the dream, everything is quiet; I can’t hear anything.
4,003 minutes.
Pruned vines. New beginnings.
This Monday is Monday-ing.
“Grit depends on a different kind of hope. It rests on the expectation that our own efforts can improve our future. I have a feeling tomorrow will be better is different from I resolve to make tomorrow better. The hope that gritty people have has nothing to do with luck and everything to do with getting up again.” - Angela Duckworth, Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance
Should have packed a lunch.
An abnormal day when every desk is occupied, which means I can’t hear my audiobook, and that’s sad.
This trip might be a little more rustic than I initially thought. But I can handle it. Right?
There is value in staying silent.
She was right about the rice krispie treats.