One bite at a time.

I know I’ll feel better if I do than if I don’t.

Gratitudes for another day to be in this house while the rain falls heavy. The way the pond ripples from the poke of the rain. The way the leaves surrender to the weight of each drop.

“The best thing you can do is master the chaos in you. You are not thrown into the fire; you are the fire.”

You are the fire.

Feet in front of the fire. Too many emails.

It’s those jeans tucked into the boots and the phony smile.

Where is the disconnect?

He’s right. Gotta change it up. Trust my gut. I know what to do.

Wash it all away with the rain.