Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Sixty-Four
Up before the alarm. Thinking of all the things that need to get done.
Another decaf to take off the chill.
The drive there is long, but at least it’s sunny.
Pay attention to the signs.
Two dear out in the field. I always forget how much space there is out here. Maybe this is what will be next.
“So designate a space for your thoughts to whirl and wander. Then implement your more practical plans. Doing so will help you indulge your imagination while staying grounded in reality.” - Chani
I am tired of writing this word, but I’m going to write it anyway.
Feeling very deeply the tension between what is and what I want to be.
It either happens or it doesn’t. And no one will die in the end.
If this were last year, I would just go sit in his office and talk it through. Maybe I’d see a bird in the feeder. Maybe I’d figure it out sooner.
