Not ready yet.

Dark skies.

Thank goodness for cereal. But I miss my juices and bone broth.

I think these are blue lupine? The picture isn’t turning out the way I want it to, but that’s okay. Sometimes it’s just worth it to try.

That felt too easy.

Of course, there’s always so much more to learn.

Of all the things I’ve had to navigate these last few weeks, how am I scared of reading an email?

Eight people times four gifts equal thirty-two handwritten notecards. Well, forty-two if you count the ones with mistakes.

The thing about this personality type is that they lose track of their own lies.

Who else can I talk to about this?