Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Four
Practice day.
I don’t recognize who is he at first and then remember that he and I had a long chat one morning, last Saturday morning, waiting for the grocery store to open.
“Everyone is on time!”
I feel the focus. They are being the people they said they wanted to be.
She tells me it’s 9:30 and she has to go to work. I wrote a plan for two hours, not ninety minutes. Two hours is never enough.
Four days.
So. Freaking. Tired.
I bring all the things upstairs with me to bed even though I know I’m just going to fall asleep.
When he’s looking me in the eye, that’s when I know he’s listening, when what I’m saying is resonating. “You are the leaders now. This year wasn’t the only year. Next year could be the year, too, if that’s what you decide you want.”
Callings.
