Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Two
Late start, but I know I’ll regret not getting on the mat.
Moody morning sky. A peek of pink before the fog covers it over again.
Investigating my sadness.
A list of failures. A list of successes. The failures feel so big in this moment. But feelings aren’t facts.
Save yourself.
I start working on the thing, even though I don’t have any of it figured out. Yet, there is an energy pulsing that I haven’t felt in a long time and so I keep pressing on. I need more of this.
Beauty Hunter. Storyteller. Coach. Amateur Bread Baker. Perpetual Student of Life. Dreamer of Big Dreams.
Leftovers.
This is the first year that I didn’t have to fight for my girls to be placed on the all-conference teams and that feels good.
Presence + Curiousity
