Looking at the journals…
This is all I need. Truly. Everything else is clutter, unnecessary.
Looking for ways to speak and spread more kindness. To anyone, not just people I love or have in my life. This coming from my gratitude, that I feel of late and on so many levels and not just with the poz loft. It’s consuming lately, and in the best of ways.
Breathing, acknowledging this desk, the keys.