Sunday.

Ankles warmed by the fire. Coffee. A replay of last night’s game.

I ask him if now is the time to go harder. He says he thinks it is.

Sunlight.

Long weekends where the kids wear the same clothing item multiple days in a row even though they promise they’re going to take a shower and change.

Underdog upsets.

I realize that the only reason I am feeling bothered is that I still care too much about what they think. Do I know my goals? Do I trust that I’m doing the right thing? Do I see results? Do I know what my weaknesses are? Am I making a plan to develop them?

She asks me if my passport is ready. I tell her there’s no way I can go to Italy in November - that’s basketball season.

I think if you get it, you really get it.

Tomorrow.