Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirty-One
No regrets.
Where is that foam roller?
Today feels like a day for the kimono.
What did I hear myself say today? What values are currently in alignment? What values are missing?
He simply forgot.
It’s the end of the shoot day, and we suddenly realize that we haven’t eaten anything all day.
It has felt like Friday since Monday. Something about the energy of the week. Frenetic. Frantic. Frenzied.
He changed his walk-up song. The first five seconds countdown from five to one. Number 1.
Sometimes, it’s the accumulation of the little things that send you over the edge.
You could just run away.
