Taking a second to think, not write, but just record thoughts where they are, in my own head. Of course, I am writing, but I’m pretending I’m not. Just taking a second to feel this gratitude to examine it, to deconstruct it, to perceive and understand it in all of it types and tendrils, dimensions and reflections. Just standing here in the kitchen, looking around, out at the loft… The brick wall. The floor in front of me, the vacuum. More and more gratitude, please… More, more after that. I’m thinking too much, it’s the journal, the place where I not only expressed the gratitude and write it out but really understand its composition. It’s purpose. My purpose…