Oh, yes.

The first Saturday morning practice. A quiet gym with its glistening floors. What are these feelings? Maybe it’s because I only got 4 hours of sleep.

HIIT. More of this.

This is one of my favorite parts of this: looking at the pieces and figuring out how to make the puzzle whole.

I roll the basketballs back to the storage room. I think about what is already working. I think about whether or not I should read between the lines. I think about the glittering morning light. I think about the very large bottle of water I need to drink. I think about the trash scattered about.

I can barely keep my eyes open.

Really feeling my introvertedness.

I haven’t seen this many Black people in a room in a very, very long time.

The sound of my boot heels clicking on the sidewalk, trying not to drop the bottle of wine cradled in my elbow. Wanting very badly to be back in my bed.

A good, slow Saturday.