4:31 a.m. departure. The air smells like late-night arrivals at my grandmother’s house in Charleston. Smoky, salty, swampy, still.

They tell us that only one can go through. We make it through TSA and to Starbird. He reminds me that we need to get to the actual gate. I laugh.

Not. again.

At least I get to take my time.

Not attached to any of it at all. I think of how she said to me, “I like feedback so I can get better.”

8!

Four words that change your day on a day you really need them.

We sit next to one another and eat without saying a word.

So sore.

“Confidence comes from competence.”