Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-One
Rain.
I make myself some tea and head into the office, close the door. I think I need to make a decision about my spaces soon.
Maybe I am tired because I’m not drinking coffee. Maybe my body is just resetting.
What does “success” look like in this situation?
What are the conditions required in order for me to be successful?
Late afternoon nap under the down.
Dates filled with tahini and topped with flaky sea salt.
Sometimes, the hole feels too big to climb out of.
“I like me.”
Grateful for another day.
