Ten.Six Hundred & Seventy-Two
More people-ing today.
Thinking over the things I heard, saw, and experienced yesterday. Any time you are in a space with that with many people and having some uncomfortable conversations, it’s bound to bring up ideas, questions, emotions. Mostly ideas. Big ones.
Already time to go.
I break a bottle of rosé. Of course I’ve broken something. My fingers have a way of failing me.
Cheese head. Packer’s fan. He’s a funny one. Sometimes people just want to talk, to be listened to. I like to listen.
Sometimes I just don’t know.
The sun is gone and the clouds are moving through. I didn’t think it rained in May.
I stop myself from thinking these things. So easy to go down the rabbit hole. I think of Brenè Brown. What is the story that I’m telling myself? And is this story true?
Moving up and down and in and out of the clouds’ shadows. I miss poetry. I miss the practice of poetry. I guess it’s good that I have a poetry course coming up soon.
Add more sleep.