Ten.Two Thousand & Forty-Nine
I put the oils on my skin once more. I have a favorite. She tells me her good news. She deserves it.
The most perfect kind of yoga for a day like today. I lean into my soreness.
We got our timing all wrong. It’s a mad dash to get one to the field for practice and the other down to Napa for the first game. And then I remember that I should have woken her so she could pack her bag for her trip. Why does this feel like a Tuesday in April and not a Sunday in June?
One and done.
I am trying to focus, but I can’t. I want everything to happen more quickly than it is.
His presence brings a smile to my face. If I’m going to go to work on a Sunday, it would only be for him.
Who is the right person for this information?
it is funny how we can cement ourselves in a person's memory. They will think of us as that person who did this or is this, regardless of the passage of time, or the shift in circumstances. Sometimes we are not allowed to evolve.
Just the four of us for dinner. Burgers. A little bit of laughter.
Good thoughts only.
