Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Seven
Late start for him means a more relaxed pace for the morning.
It’s just because I really like where I live. That’s why I want to be here all the time. That’s not a bad thing. That’s a good thing.
I text him two and a half hours later to say that I’ve already completed my to-do list.
What else?
I’m a little early so I walk a bit of the vineyards beside the office. Small berries with green and purple skins. Big green leaves. Spiky straw sticks between the openings of my shoes.
I think this waiter is confused. I look familiar but the context is not the same.
I wonder if I am gushing too much about the past.
Yes. She’s right. Things can be different this year now that I have help.
It’s going to come quickly.
He’s right. I do like I did at the last place and just find my people.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Six
I could use one more day.
A big scoop of apple crisp and coffee.
Silverado trail on a Sunday morning. Sunlight brightens everything. Crawling vines. Golden-brown hillsides dotted with oaks. The struggling cyclist.
It’s always scary the first time.
He says she was more afraid of me than anything.
Yes. I’ll have to do this two more times.
I’m reminded of another goal.
17 years. Champagne and Burgandy and cherries jubilee. Look at how quickly the time has passed.
I stare out the window toward the west, toward the sunset, as we drive back home. I am delightfully full, and all I can say is, “So pretty. So pretty.”
And in bed by 8.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Five
If I don’t do it now, it won’t get done until it’s too late.
Whatever this was could not have been something small. Every Gatorade bottle is broken through. The bottom of the container is sticky from the mess.
Sweat pouring down my eyebrows.
Just. follow. the rules.
This is a longer drive than I thought it would be. The sun feels good on my legs. I can barely keep my eyes open.
This will be harder than I wanted it to be.
Inventoried and organized. Envisioning them
Keep it in check.
I should really water those plants.
Gratitude.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Four
Friday. Finally.
No football. No alarm.
Driving down Highway 29. Sunlight on the vines and the hazy morning sky. A line of redwoods. Coffee. Gluten-free coffee cake.
If anyone can do it, she can.
I thought this was brick?
Remember to take some time to dream.
Radio silence.
The answer is still “no.”
I don’t do this nearly enough. Yes, more of this, please.
The feeling of sliding into a clean, cool bed at the end of a long day.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Three
Thursday.
A few breaths out on the deck, watching a beam of sunlight squeeze between the trees.
A hummingbird just outside the window. Where did she come from? I have nothing here for her here.
I unpack my bag and realize that I left my thermos of coffee at home. Sometimes, you just want your drip, not a Nespresso.
What I like about peak season is being reminded of how lucky we are to live in a place that people want to come to for vacation. So I’ll be a little more patient while waiting at Gott’s. Only a little.
I probably sound confused.
But the snacks.
It’s perfect in the shade. A preview of what’s to come for the next several months.
They just want to be free.
“I trust myself.”
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Two
Smoothie time.
I start to iron the dress and then decide that it’s going to be a work-from-home-wear-your-jeans kind of day.
Fried chicken sandwich and truffle fries and some blanc de blancs plus a conveyor belt full of hugs I am more than happy to give. I mean it when I say I miss them all.
Time for daydreams.
I still need to fix my face.
The score doesn’t matter, but it also kind of does.
It’s these car rides that so much good happens.
This might actually be good for both of us.
I need a friend like them.
"If we opened people up, we’d find landscapes."- Agnes Varda
Ten.Two Thousand, Two hundred & Thirty-One
It feels like fall.
The crunch of dead oak leaves underfoot—under these croc-clod feet.
“We talk about our lives in stories.”
Laughable.
Lunch at the picnic table outside because it’s the perfect temperature and it’s quiet. Now, if only there were a walking path.
It’s only because you care.
“You can win as long as you keep your head to the sky / You can win as long as you keep your head to the sky / Face toward the sky / Be optimistic” - Optimistic
What are the things I miss the most?
“I accept myself completely.”
Already a very, very long week.
“There’s nothing more exciting than when someone exercises their inner courage.”
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty
Monday, Monday, Monday.
Gratitude for a late start on a cool morning.
Slivers of morning light slicing through the fog.
“Artists help the world see.”
“It’s giving me confusion.”
I find the chairs on the side of the building and sit down in the sun. I need the fresh air, the natural light.
5 leadership questions - Coach Cori Close, UCLA Women’s Basketball
What does it look and feel like to be led by me?
Is anyone actually following my lead, and am I worth following?
Am I genuinely connecting or serving one person with intentionality today?
What behaviors am I seeing that reflect what our culture actually is? Do I like what I see, and what do I need to address?
How am I modeling the growth and character I expect from the people I serve? How am I modeling my values in my own day-to-day choices?
Before the next meeting, I go through and block out all my time: drop-off, pick-up, and the first few football games.
He says these feelings are good because now I sound motivated.
I miss having her here, bouncing off ideas, problem-solving, and seeing her with the other girls. Next season won’t be the same without her.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Nine
The goats are very whiny this morning.
I take a blanket out onto the patio this morning. The fog is still quite thick, and there is no sun out yet to warm the body. It reminds me of fall.
Gratitude for the littlest of things.
The downside of online grocery orders is the inability to buy flowers.
Coffee and Kirk Franklin and morning pages.
Keep watching. Keep crying.
Yes. It’s time.
If I can figure out how never to go back into the grocery store…
I do miss that little face. He’s going to look so big when he gets back. One week down, two more to go.
“Where I want to go, I can’t get there alone.”
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Eight
Still time.
Cool air.
I tell her that maybe I just have a thing for red hair but she’s beautiful to me.
Sweater and coffee and the sounds from the club’s shop down on the golf course.
He says it’s okay for me to rest.
Plus one equals five like normal.
Rugged and refined.
All the little yellow plums are gone. I feel a little robbed.
“Character consists of what you do on the third and fourth tries.” - James Michener
I remember why I stopped watching this show. I don’t like all the crying.
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.”
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Three
Morning light
Back to avocado. I probably need some protein.
Another cobweb.
Almost four years with her. Almost four years here in this house. It seems like we’ve been here so much longer.
I sit in the chair facing the sun. It’s still cool enough to drink coffee while I write. I love being home.
I recognize these feelings.
I help her figure out how to lock the cabinet again. She clearly has never done this before.
“I am the source of time.”
He says he’s not nervous or worried. I am only a little worried. He will be fine. He’s always fine.
It’s going to be a weird week.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Two
Grateful for an extra day and plenty of time to ease into it.
I try to remind myself that this is normal. I don’t have to like it, but it is normal.
Pages and pages.
I think we’re both tracking our hike on our watches.
Turns out I’ve been trying to cross at the wrong junction this entire time.
He shows me a patch of blackberry to keep my eye on. I pop one into my mouth, but it is still too tart.
What was I thinking - going out to lunch on a Saturday afternoon during peak season?
Receptive, maybe?
“…to stretch out my hands and feel no walls…”
If this idea works, then I think it will really change my life.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-One
What day is it?
Electrolytes and oatmeal and a few small cups of coffee.
It’s supposed to be cool, but in this sun, it feels like it’s already 100.
Already craving another day at the beach.
Yikes.
Two small fires nearby. You can hear the planes and helicopters. I really need to stock up on water and check the generator again.
PB & Js and chips.
He leaves in just a few short days. His last summer before high school. I tell him I’m sure his grandparents are so excited for him to come soon. This is the beginning of an end.
Is anything sinking in?
Too many ideas.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty
Beach day.
Summer ‘24 playlist.
That feeling when you break through the trees and the ocean comes into view.
No cell service is precisely what you need.
I learn a little more about myself every time, and that’s a good thing.
I stuck two books and a journal in my purse with the best of intentions, but I just lay on my back and close my eyes, legs in the sun, face in the shade.
He says I’m not stressed when I’m at the beach. How could you be?
When can we do it again?
Last-minute eats and drinks with friends while the kids are out playing around. No fireworks, but they seem to have made their own fun.
Yes, more of this, please.
Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Nineteen
Long summer nights = short summer sleeps.
So glad this year’s sheep dog is quiet and that the coyotes haven’t made it into the pens.
The light, the light, the light.
I try to take the call outside, but the sun is already melting everything, so instead, I hide inside the conference room, and for a few minutes, it’s like the old days.
Three chocolates before 10 a.m.
This guilty feeling.
Massican Annia. Baby gem with beets and carrots. Gnocchi with oyster mushrooms and asparagus. Lemon tart and an americano.
The thing is, I don’t think anyone knows anything.
Constantly rubbing my eyes.
But she really does have the best playlists though.