Ten.Two Thousand and Sixty-Six
What day is today?
I take the blanket and the book outside. If I can just give myself these thirty minutes. I just need these thirty minutes.
Both frustrated and yet compassionate. Both unsure and yet certain. Lost, but sometimes all you can do is laugh.
Adjusting mindset.
We eat and talk about mindset and children and parenting. She apologizes for interrupting our conversation and eavesdropping. “Who are you people?” she asks. Just a group of parents. We’re just a group of parents.
Back to the quiet of my office.
What would I do without our hour-long conversations?
“I do want you to try to make your layups, though.”
How do I get to do more of this or only this?
Tomorrow will be better. Every day is better than the last.
