Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Four
Oh yeah, I actually have to get up.
Wide blue sky, wispy clouds, rolling hills, resting cows.
The sounds of basketball at 8:30 in the morning.
Finally breaking the seal of my Paper Republic journal. What is it about writers and the preciousness of a notebook?
My watch keeps telling me there’s still time to reach today's fitness goal, but I don’t have one.
The best gift I could have given myself this summer was to take the second session off. Even this little sliver of brain space is making such a difference.
“Daughter of power, do not halt the initiations of becoming a phenomenon.” - Vagabroad Journals
I saw her at least twice a week for 9 months, and now all of a sudden, nothing. I miss her.
White bolognese. A shaved fennel salad. Needed more green!
“Ciao House.”