Ten.Seven Hundred & Fifty-Three

  1. Breathe.

  2. I probably don’t need to make drop biscuits because we still have muffins but no one seemed to like the muffins so biscuits it is.

  3. I stop them from making a second chai. Selfishly, I need to have a cup myself this morning and they need to not have any more caffeine.

  4. I start to pick up the phone and then drop it again.

  5. Pandora’s Gift. Be the hunter, not the hunted. The word wants to be written. Inner trust. She feels, she knows. In the world, not of the world. The spread has read me and read me good.

  6. I think back to our vacation and the wifi password at the hotel: disconnect.

  7. It’s good to hear these things come from the mouth of a white person. She understands where I’m coming from. This is a big deal.

  8. Our conversation reminds me to get into the hammock. I finish Thich Nhat Hahn’s “How to Relax,” and read through the latest issue of Food & Wine. I add a few Chardonnays to my must-try list and then close my eyes.

  9. He asks me if anything is wrong. I tell him that I just need a break from instagram. “From looking or from posting?” All of it.

  10. I just need to make room for this transformation.