Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Four
A Tuesday that feels like Monday but is Tuesday.
Another day for him at home.
“What would be the greatest expression of myself that I want to present to the world?”
A sheet of rain. I change my shoes and grab another coat. Not sure why I thought the weather would be changing.
I debate whether or not I should add coffee to my mug.
The benefit of distance.
Feta, cucumber, tomato, lettuce. I forgot the olives. Typing with one hand while trying to eat with the other.
She says she’s noticed a shift in me. I tell her I’m trying to work on it. I really am.
But really, there is no substitute for her in my day.
The work of not giving up on your dreams.
