Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Two
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I keep my eyes closed but try to see how much light is in the room. Still very dark; still too early to get up.
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I choose the silky shirt for no other reason than it feels good and light and perfect for 100 degrees.
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Handmade earrings.
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So many fat, old snails. Wide bodies and big shells. Slow nibbles.
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I was supposed to journal before I sat down to work. I eat the last bit of cobbler with my coffee. So completely satisfying.
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Nothing is making any sense.
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I think back to our conversation and how we talked about the importance of having side projects. It’s been a while since I felt so excited about work. Yes, more of this, please.
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I listen to him talk and get emotional. These are things I believe in too and it’s a good reminder that there are people out there doing the right thing.
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Something is wrong.
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Compassion doesn’t quell the anger or the anxiety.
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As if you needed confirmation.
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Choosing to close the door on your own accord because you’re doing the right thing. Hold steady and remember your priorities. Patience. Patience.