Ten.Two Thousand & Twenty-One
4-something in the morning.
I stay up long enough to turn off the alarm and fall asleep just in time to wake up for yoga.
Tight.
Thank goodness I have one more day after this one. I can relax and not panic.
I see my Inner Mentor. She lives in a cottage near the ocean and cuts flowers from her garden, and plucks figs from the tree. She bakes bread and writes and makes pottery. She is so sure of herself. She knows what she knows and doesn’t feel the need to explain herself.
No, I didn’t make a mistake.
Leftovers.
Still in yoga pants. Still in bed. Letting myself rest.
“Don’t let him intimidate you. You are just as smart as he is.”
In 1971, a three-course meal at Chez Panisse was $3.95.
