09:33
Quiet house. Thinking of my Story, where I am. Now in this condo which is quiet and sans kid chaos. This morning though, I have to say.
Thought I didn’t close the garage door, and I didn’t. In a calm but a bit scattered mind this morning. From when I woke up, somewhere around 05:10 and then when I woke up after falling asleep for maybe twenty minutes.
Started a new conversation yesterday. One with some reverberate and color, promise. Hopeful, honestly, but not allowing the hope to swallow me.
Pictures from yesterday at the café then home hours before. Documenting, recording, appreciating where I am and why I’m there. No more of this self-lowness and estimation. I canNOT afford it. None of us can.
In an About EVERYTHING etch, all needs to be struck with gratitude’s brush. I remember a friend long ago, waking early to go to work, telling me they needed to somehow find their gratitude.
It was hard for them, waking so early. And I get it. I get it now, and I did then when they told me about waking at an ungodly and horrific hour to produce what they had to.