Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Five
Tuesday that feels like a Monday. Thank goodness I took that Monday.
There’s an option at the end of each meditation to rate how you’re feeling. I always scroll all the way to the right—to “great” even though I’m not great yet. Yet.
I’m glad we made today happen even though it wasn’t going to happen because two of us messed something up.
Spilling tea.
And there are days like this, and you feel okay about it all because there is laughter and connectedness, and that’s what you need to get through.
I keep forgetting that they’re closed on Tuesdays, so I have to settle for a yerba mate instead of the dirty chai.
Headache. Dehydration? Dehydration.
Moving in slow motion.
Record breakers. Next: score 80+ points. They can do it.
Grandma Rose says, “Everybody hits.” I say, “Everybody scores. We’re a balanced team, and when everyone scores, we win.”
He says that if we win by 20 or more points, he will buy me a bottle of Champagne. 74-49.
