This time I’m not stepping too far outside of my comfort zone, but at least I won’t be wearing yoga pants.
I guess this is what happens when you’re in your sixties.
Shades of Daisy Hamilton are surfacing.
A bit of an ode to my favorite season as it takes its last breaths.
All of this before 7AM. Life is so very wonderfully full.
“You must have loaded the gun. You knew where to put the bullets. And how to do whatever you need to do to get a bullet in the chamber. And then actually decide that this is it. That you are done.”
From happy happy joy joy to grumpy grumpy sad sad and back again. The roller coaster as metaphor.
Ten years ago you saved my life. My friend is helping me to continue to pay it forward.
My coworkers on their ten minute break from making it impossible for me to get any work done.
The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?