Not the same dream, but a good dream. Also one I want to remember.

But all I really want to do is write. Not the kind of writing I’ve been doing, but the kind of writing I really like to read.

“Action breeds clarity.”

Yeah. I should probably stop drinking coffee but I just bought another container of creamer. Okay. After the creamer is gone.

I laugh to myself.

It’s a little thing but an important thing.

She asks me if I’m balancing everything ok. “Barely hanging on by a thread,” I say.

I triple check everything and I still missed something.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I realize that this is growth: going into a new situation knowing that I will make a mistake and being okay with making that mistake. The first time in a long time I’m not beating myself up over making a mistake.

“Life is hard.”

“…Are we crazy?” “I like to say ‘romantic to a fault.’”