Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety
Cool morning air.
A fox scurries in front of my car as I make my way down the hill.
“Will you trade places with me?” says another person. I walk in the sun with my coffee in my hand back toward my office.
Enough little things happened this week to make it feel like a big thing which is a reminder that I need to still be on guard in a way that I was hoping was no longer necessary.
All of a sudden, it is hot.
She says that one day we will look back and realize why we were here. And if nothing else, it was for the people we were meant to meet.
You can surrender without losing your power.
It was not what I expected, but it is still a win.
The funny thing is that we were just talking about patience.
“I just keep finding myself staring off today. I can’t seem to focus. Maybe it’s the heat? Maybe there is just something in the air? I’m glad I’m not the only one.”
One slice of pizza from Station and a glass of 2018 Groth Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon.
