Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Two
Slow pace, deep breaths.
You should have your beliefs and thoughts challenged; otherwise, there is no growth.
They must live their life in a perpetual state of panic.
Sunlight through the window.
Fried chicken and Brut Rosé. Key Lime pie and decaf. Conversation and laughter.
Trying to envision that little slice of pie that will remain after this is all done. Almost there. We’re almost there.
I wish there could be more joy in these moments.
Hot honey pepperoni.
Do we think big enough?
Yes, more of this please.
