Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-Two
No bird song just yet.
Later and later and later.
I could write a list of everything I’m thinking of, but seeing it all on paper wouldn’t keep the overwhelm at bay.
Blue sky. Sunshine. An open road.
“I like fresh air. It’s the only air I breathe.”
She asks us how we like the new office. I let my silence be the answer.
Questions about belly buttons.
The Role of Emotional Intelligence in Coaching.
I missed it.
And then you wonder, what is it all really for?
