Foggy, cloudy, whatever it is, it’s keeping in the cold.

Grateful that it’s Wednesday, and there is a little bit of time to sit before the work must begin.

I like her enough that I would want to protect her. But no place is immune.

I miss feeling creative. I miss dream time. I miss real conversations. I miss art. I miss breathing room. I miss a consistently clean home. I miss freedom.

The thing about coming to this place is that there is a high probability of running into someone you know that you don’t necessarily want to see.

It might be better to take this one off. Maybe we all need the space.

Remember that it’s not about you. It’s good to seek different perspectives.

Where are the resources for things like this?

None of this really matters.

There is growth.