Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Twenty-One
Warm, foggy morning.
I can hear the sound of my footsteps through the audiobook. No turkeys, though.
We talk about how going straight from Saturday night into Sunday’s programming was a good thing. It gave me something else to focus on, even though I couldn’t sleep for two days.
Today’s objective: move slow.
No, I don’t have a poker face.
My fingers cannot type fast enough.
The kind of day where you question all of your life choices.
Sun on skin.
If not this, then what?
I think back to the days before. About the pace, the intentionality, the inspiration, the community. Where can I get more of that?
