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.

I choose the silky shirt for no other reason than it feels good and light and perfect for 100 degrees.

Handmade earrings.

So many fat, old snails. Wide bodies and big shells. Slow nibbles.

I was supposed to journal before I sat down to work. I eat the last bit of cobbler with my coffee. So completely satisfying.

Nothing is making any sense.

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.

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.

Something is wrong.

Compassion doesn’t quell the anger or the anxiety.

As if you needed confirmation.

Choosing to close the door on your own accord because you’re doing the right thing. Hold steady and remember your priorities. Patience. Patience.