Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Seven
One more hot morning.
Feeling one step ahead is a good feeling.
If there was ever a time to dream big, it’s now.
The wine is good, but the food is always just a little bit weird. And weird for no reason.
Or, I could let myself be bored and pour that energy into other things that matter more.
Back to a table of 4.
I’ve reached the point where it’s just going to take a little more work, I guess.
He sends me a picture of them floating in the pool. I wish I were there.
Making promises.
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Six
Coyotes.
Oatmeal with pecans and dried cranberries. Water with electrolytes. Coffee.
I will never get tired of this view.
Rescheduled meetings = breathing room.
90’s R&B.
It’s 97 degrees, and it’s only 11 o’clock.
Pulling on the cheeks.
It is good to know yourself.
I think about how it might be silly for me to sit in the heat for something like this, but then I remember that there are only so many years left of this.
Let it be easy.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Five
Wednesday.
Yeti is full of coffee. She calls me before I can call her. It has been too many days since we last talked.
This doesn’t make me as excited as it probably should.
I tell her that it’s good. It’s just that I miss my friends.
It’s kind of like the old days but with way less stress.
So freaking hot.
What a weird, weird week it’s been.
These quiet car rides.
They’re saying all the right things. Hopefully, it works.
I knew the invitation to play pickleball was forthcoming.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Four
I like it when all I need to do is smooth out my side of the bed.
Too much coffee for one person.
“Work harder on yourself than you do on your job.” - Jim Rohn
Morning pages but at the stand-up desk while trying to figure out what must be done for the day.
Too quiet. I remember the beef jerky in my bag.
Do you work as much on your mental game as you do on your physical game?
Is any of it sinking in?
This was a good idea.
He’s doing cannon balls, and it’s dark out. The pool is lit, though. Bright blue.
It’s really not your fault.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Four
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.”