Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-Six
Monday, bloody Monday.
Enough time for morning pages. Thinking that maybe this tradeoff is worth it.
A little bit of sunshine.
Where in the world is my water bottle?
So many cars in the parking lot. It will be a loud day.
Reminiscing about the things from our teenage years that are resurfacing as trends. No to capris, please.
It’s hot, but being out here is better than being in there.
A picture-perfect view from the top of the hill.
Deep diving into my chart. It says 19x Water. No wonder I am the way that I am.
Adjust expectations. Release attachment to the outcome.