Ten.Five Hundred & Ninety-Eight
Another one of those dreams I don’t want to wake up from. So much tenderness. So much ease.
I send a text telling her that my consciousness must be shifting because my dreams are so different right now.
Yes, it’s a performance. But all the world’s a stage.
“Are we hiding from anxiety? Are we hiding from a good idea that will demand difficult work? Are we hiding from a question that will take time to sort through?” - Reclaiming Conversation
Who am I when I am alone?
It’s always satisfying to listen to a person talk about their dreams. Their excitement makes me excited. But more than anything, it’s knowing that this process of pursuing dreams is about them reclaiming space for themselves. Yes. That’s what makes me happy. Seeing someone reclaiming bits of themselves.
We walk in but there’s just something about it. I don’t think I can eat here. Pizza it is.
Short day. Body begging for nap. Gratitude for the privilege to rest. Still worried about the other things I could and should be doing beside laying down.
It’s early and despite the nap sleep is coming easily.