Ten.Five Hundred & Ninety-Nine
I know they’ll appreciate the blueberry muffins.
Cleaning day. But I don’t feel like it. But I also know that the sun is coming out and what I’m going to really love is freshly vacuumed carpets on a sunny day. It’s the little things.
Who am I when I am alone? A crier. A woman with perpetually teary eyes. Tears of empathy and joy and frustrating and gratitude.
An extra-long session of morning pages. So many ideas, never enough time.
The sound of the palms waving back and forth. In the alcove, I don’t feel the wind, but all of the sun is on me. The light reflecting off my pages is almost blinding.
Maps, maps, maps.
They are always excited for those 10 chocolate chips.
I buy my ticket for Batonnage. If I wait, I’ll miss out. I am working on overriding my tendency to hesitate unnecessarily.
He tells me that I need new business cards and right now. I want to wait until after the exam so that I can put “Certified Sommelier” after my name. Maybe that part doesn’t even really matter.
The “why” matters.