alisha sommer 9/22/24 alisha sommer 9/22/24

Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Two

Slow Sunday.
Feeling the work of the week.
These cool mornings are just a tease, but I’ll linger under these dark skies for as long as I can.
First day of fall.
Costco order, and then a test, and then clip-building, and then, and then, and then.
“The Fire Inside.”
The power of intuition and love—and anger.
Preparing for all the stares and maybe a few questions.
Sunday lamb chops are becoming a thing.
You know what they say about a woman who cuts her hair: They’re about to change their life. Kind of the same thing.

alisha sommer 9/21/24 alisha sommer 9/21/24

Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-One

Quiet breaths on the back deck, staring out into the fog. Finding a few orange leaves in the trees. Ready for the season change.
Oh, I remember him. He talked about bears.
Hot in the sun, but cool in the shade. I’d rather stand under the merch tent than in the stands.
Drew. David. Dan. Douglas.
The long drive to Vallejo. The recognition of a body that has succumbed to disorder. Sea gulls eating spilled food off the hot asphalt. They still have plywood in the windows. She asks me if I need help with anything. How do you decide between 35 kinds of hair gel?
How many more days are we all willing to walk through these walls of gold and silver streamers?
“What do you daydream about?”
The Mayacamas backlight by the setting sun and that haze that settles in. That’s dreamy.
They’re 86 Gaja.
He is right. It is a good life.

alisha sommer 9/20/24 alisha sommer 9/20/24

Out of decaf.
This is more of what I like to do: problem-solving.
All the right pieces are here. It’s just a matter of putting them all together.
But I definitely can’t go 45 days without my email.
Tourists from the Midwest. I can hear it in their voice.
I manage to finish the quiz without getting car sick.
Big sky.
We take a route that winds alongside the lake. The light of the setting sun hits the ripples of the lake’s waters, and the land seems to jut straight up from the shore. Like a movie.
Two touchdowns. A two-point conversion. Tackles. Yardage on punts and kick-offs. And an interception. He did a little bit of everything, and he looks like it.
The upside of these late Friday nights is knowing I will let myself sleep past 5 a.m. the following morning.

alisha sommer 9/19/24 alisha sommer 9/19/24

Awake.
After the stretch, I do a little meditation.
A little bit of sunrise trying to split the fog.
Finally, a little bit of time to sit and write.
$4.60.
Really should have packed a lunch. Can only eat so many of these tiny packets of jerky and nuts.
When someone really gets what you’re doing and wants to support you, you have to spend time thinking about how to ensure that no one blocks you from the blessing.
Today, everything feels like it’s aligning. The secret was saying it out loud.
Locked out.
Consistency.

alisha sommer 9/18/24 alisha sommer 9/18/24

Getting easier and easier every day. I’m proud of me.
Grapefruit sprinkled with a little bit of sugar reminds me of my grandfather.
Electrolyte water. Posture brace. Decaf. Grapes. Work-from-home Wednesday feels good.
The most clarity I’ve had in a long time. I just needed someone to tell me how to break this down. Projects 1, 2, & 3. I like things in threes. I know what needs to be done.
I miss our daily chats. The gift of that place was the people.
One new face, and that gives me more hope. The focus has to be on who and what is present.
The gap between where I am and where I want to be feels wide but crossable.
The second-to-last scoop of macaroni and cheese.
I take a raffle ticket. “I’m in a winning mood,” I say.
I need the ocean.