Up before the alarm but that’s a good thing.

I run through the list of to-dos for today and it seems long.

Set the intention.

She says I set my expectations too high. That I already know better. And also: boundaries.

I read the words and then I start to worry. I tell myself that the worry is just imposter syndrome at work. The thought doesn’t make the heart stop its fluttering.

Words of affirmation.

I watch the snap of net as the ball goes through. There’s something so satisfying about the sound and the visual. Snap-swish.

The two of them go on a bike ride together. Back too soon. The handlebar on the newly assembled bike was too loose, he fell. He’s fine but they walked the bikes back.

Mojito Monday.

Everything will be fine.

I start to read before my eyelids get too heavy. There is so much information here, so much. This will be good for me, though.