Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Four
Show me how good it can get.
This trading-morning-workout-for-journaling thing is going pretty well.
I know it’s been a good week when the first 40 minutes of therapy fly by.
She tells me that she’s glad that I had that week with her. That it seemed as though I really needed it. “I did. I needed it more than I realized I would need it.”
I’ll know when I know.
She needs a good Pro/Con list.
I literally bang my head against the desk. This freaking sign. I just want it to be over.
In another world, this is what I would have done instead.
How did I forget it was July 1?
The way the shadows dance across the table.