Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Six
Not a good night of sleep.
I choose a meditation on non-judgement.
These questions are very deep for not having had any coffee yet.
He says that none of the pants fit. I didn’t think they would. Those legs are just too long.
She asks me if she can borrow my flares. I guess it’s good that she asked me instead of just going into my closet and taking them.
I tell her that my goal today is to make it through the meeting without making a face while on camera.
It was the mediation in non-judgement.
So much sun. So much warmth. Coffee on the deck soon. Bugs soon. Rattlesnakes and lizards soon.
“Everyone liked my jeans.” “You mean everyone likes my jeans.”
They get it.
