Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirty-Five

1. Cold creeping in through the windows.

2. It’s okay to take a day off. But is it?

3. Realizing that 2.434 days is almost seven years. Seven years' worth of memories, phrases, bottles of wine, and meals.

4. A floss pick sitting in the middle of the mulch.

5. Thank goodness I remembered my nails.

6. There are twenty other things that need to be done, but I’d rather be here, doing this.

7. But doing this, I feel the distance between myself and my creativity. I miss picking up my camera. I miss freewriting. I miss co-creation. I miss the unencumbered pursuit of random and strange ideas.

8. I just can’t remember anything these days.

9. Autonomy. Mastery. Purpose.

10. Type I.