Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Fifty-Three
I really need to sleep more.
Morning light. She reminds me that the Halloween candy is on sale; I should buy that instead.
I begin my setup: a table for the bagels and fruit and stickers. Large sheets of paper posted to the wall for the post-its. Pens and index cards. Team retreat day.
We read each others’ reasons for being here, our expectations of one another, our goals. The good news is that we are all here for the same reasons. We all want the same things. And if that is true, then we are halfway there.
They want more.
I pull the sheets of paper from the wall. I realize I am spending too much of my life not doing the right thing. This feels like the most right thing. I think this is my most right thing.
We stop in the olive grove and he asks me what I think. I don’t know what I think, but I know what I feel. I feel like I’m in some holy space, a magical place. I feel like I want to bottle up this feeling and have it forever.
I don’t want to make this call.
Clean bathrooms. Clean floors. Trader Joe’s frozen samosas. Not enough water.
Not how we imagined it would end.
