Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Three
How many hours? Not enough. Closer to “hour” than “hours.”
The older you get, the more your lack of sleep makes you feel like you're hungover.
Still sick? Still sick. I make him take a COVID test even though I don’t know how much it really matters anymore.
“Action breeds clarity.”
Rain and more rain.
But I really wanted to bowl.
All the lights and sounds, a cacophonous cave. Reminds me of a casino.
Not a repeat.
I think about what he needs and how it’s too hard for me to give it if I’m not here.
Pitchforks.
Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Two
Accidental alarm.
51% certainty. Right. Imperfect action > no action at all. And there is no such thing as being 100% certain.
I keep falling asleep in Savasana.
He talks about trying to cross a river by walking over a log and sliding down hills and grabbing onto rocks and it sounds like a proper boy adventure.
Back under the down.
“Know what to say, when to say it, and to whom…”
One of my favorite hours of the week.
He brings soy sauce and gets dinner, too.
Tomorrow.
“Considered 'Pink Noise,' the calming sound of rain is like nature's massage for the brain. It is predictable and non-threatening at a biochemical level. It helps the body calm down by blocking environmental noise and other large spectrum frequencies audible to the human ear.” - 99Sounds
Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-One
Rain.
I make myself some tea and head into the office, close the door. I think I need to make a decision about my spaces soon.
Maybe I am tired because I’m not drinking coffee. Maybe my body is just resetting.
What does “success” look like in this situation?
What are the conditions required in order for me to be successful?
Late afternoon nap under the down.
Dates filled with tahini and topped with flaky sea salt.
Sometimes, the hole feels too big to climb out of.
“I like me.”
Grateful for another day.
Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty
Friday. Finally Friday.
Burning the insides of my lips with this tea. I could wait, I suppose.
The quiet.
If only she would make these plans with more notice.
Had forgotten about this article.
The game has already started by the time we get there. But I can see it on their faces. It looks like nerves or lack of confidence. Or fear.
I’m going to miss having her around next year.
Maybe I’ll get my voice back now.
“Ability allows athletes to achieve. Durability allows them to continue achieving. And pliability training makes both possible.” - TB12 Method
What’s next?
Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Nine
It feels like Friday, but it is only…Thursday?
Where’s my light?
The benefit of no school is the slower pace of the morning—the time to actually drink my hot tea in a chair and not behind the wheel.
Most of the time it’s not personal, but sometimes it is.
This is gonna happen. Dream big. Keep the dreams big. And don’t listen to anyone who wants to shrink them. Because why not? And why not you?
At least I still have them. At least I still have them.
I feel a headache coming.
I walk through the building and see that their office is dark. A twinge of sadness.
Twenty minutes and learned something new. A sense of accomplishment. If only I could feel this more.
“What if, instead of accepting injury as inevitable and a part of what it means to play sports, trainers and coaches began incorporating pliability training into the traditional strength and conditioning system, educating bodies to absorb and disperse the forces placed upon them?” - The TB12 Method