Ten.Six Hundred & Thirty-Two
What to make for breakfast?
Little leaks of light coming through. I can hear birds chirping but nothing else.
The combination of a bright sunrise and wet pavement.
I make sure to write a review on both Facebook and Yelp and then send them both emails full of gratitude.
Client work. I take the notebooks outside but am distracted by the loud hum of bees in the tree nearby.
“90 days?!” “Yes. I have to wait 90 days in order to take it again.” “You’re going to take it again?” “Yes, I am. Because you don’t give up on the things you really want, remember?”
But it could also be depression. And so it’s good that I already have a therapy appointment scheduled for Friday.
What I want is for someone to feed me.
A late dinner. I do not like practices that last from 5:30-7:30. But I see the excitement in his face when it’s a practice day and that makes me happy.
He asks me if I’m okay because I think we both know that I’m not okay. And it’s okay to not be okay.