Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Three
Two months away from this practice, and I can feel it in every pose.
A rush to the store for bacon and biscuits.
Biscuits burned.
A quiet ride down the trail for birthday gifts and hair supplies. Neither of us has much to say.
Waiting for the sun.
Biscuits burned times two.
Name your motivations.
Locate your discipline.
When you know what you need to do, but deciding to do it feels too hard.
Should I, or shouldn’t I?
