Cool morning air slipping through the slats.

How much longer can I lay still? Not very.

A pattern.

But what is the process?

I could choose to keep pointing out the problems but life will be easier if I choose the path of least resistance.

I know what my priorities are.

Stress eating.

I already know the answer.

Perhaps it is not anger so much as disappointment. Perhaps it is needing the mental space to problem solve. Perhaps there are too many assumptions and not enough questions.

Everyone can’t be right.

I almost don’t want to write this. But I know I need to. It is time.