Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventy-Two
Reminding myself that I can give myself permission to rest.
A flurry of morning voice memos.
No. Can’t trust them.
A thirty-minute catch-up. We’re overdue for that lunch.
Happy hour snacks.
He says that I have a good little friend group. And, too bad. Not everyone gets to be in the circle.
Swinging in the hammock and staring up at the sky. I can hear the waves of wind before they crash above my head. It’s such a weird feeling to hear it and see it but not feel it.
How tall are these trees?
A list of things I want.
How to Be Creative.