Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-Two
Just a little cold.
So, so tight and sore. Everywhere.
Exactly what I thought.
Mimosas and haircuts.
You want to be proud, but also not too proud, because they’re not perfect. But there’s no such thing as perfect.
“I mean, I could just go back, but they’re just going to walk me right back to you with the same boarding pass. But I’ll go back. If you want me to.” He sticks his badge in a reader and overrides the error.
He’s back!
I’m so tired.
Intuition.
And maybe you haven’t grown as much as you think.
