Adopt the pace of the snail.

Chilly morning. No one is up yet. I should finish water, make tea, grind beans for coffee. Today feels like a good day to make a pot of chai.

Whatever bush this is, when sunrise is peaking through its leaves, it’s glorious. I need to do some self-portraits in front of it. But maybe not until the bees go away.

Meditate.

I tell her that the reason I am no longer doing this work is so that I can focus on the things that really do bring me joy. I am fortunate in that I don’t have to do this one particular thing just because it brings in income. I can take that energy and now put it towards the things that really excite me. Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.

It’s a cute little downtown. Old. It holds something that I can’t articulate but can feel.

Dolmas, hummus, falafel, spanakopita, a handful of french fries, Foundi Estate 2011 Xinomavro. We should buy a whole case of this Xinomavro.

We left all the baseball stuff in the car. The car that was left at the dealership. Everyone is upset.

I even meditated today and all the humans are still pushing me over the edge. “So it’s just your judgement call?” says parent/coach. “Yes! It’s his judgement call because he’s the ump!” I say in my head. “Yes, it is my call,” says the ump. Can’t we all just remember that these are 10 and 11 year-olds and 6 and 7 year-olds and that it’s really not that serious?

The Office, Season 5, Episode 14.