Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Eight
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Before I roll out of bed, I try to make a very long list of gratitudes.
I shuffle around in the dark. The light is taking a little longer to poke through. The wifi isn’t working. Neither is the cellular service.
Ah. Here comes the rain. She doesn’t seem to care about her hair getting wet. My insides are screaming.
He asks me for my “why.”
Still nothing.
Too much.
I try to do as much as I can while I have the signal and immediately regret it.
He’s trying to get more female coaches, he says.
I wish today was my Friday, too.