Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Sixty-Eight
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Cold.
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I realize that this is the first thing I run to as an escape. It is not ideal, but it is helping.
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Going through the motions.
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We meander. I don’t really know where the path is. A metaphor for life right now.
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Sunlight.
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I tell her that my frustration is just leading me to procrastination but not doing it will not help me. And maybe that’s the most frustrating part. How do I keep it from happening again?
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She sends me a text asking if I want to join their critique group in the new year. An internal cry. There is no space for words right now. No time for art.
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Too much time spent thinking about an escape.
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We are winning, but the other team has improved quite a bit since the first game. Double-digit win.
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Gnochhi.