Cool gray skies. The sound of woodpeckers in the distance.

I start to wonder if I am doing too much today.

Warm cup. Warm hands.

“…personal success is when you work your hardest to become your best…”

I am late to the meeting because I need to eat. I must eat. It is already noon, and I have not left my desk since 8 a.m. The quinoa salad with cucumbers and tomatoes could have used some feta. I eat only a little bit, but I eat it very quickly.

I can hear my frustration building. I don’t think they understand. It is not their fault that they don’t understand. They are doing the best they can with what they know. We are all just doing the best we can with what we know.

I have walked by this driveway dozens of times. It is a dream, this place. A dream.

“Watch more women’s basketball!” he says as he shakes my hand. “I’m doing that!”

I think we might win this one.

Tired but worth it. Always.