Wrote this the other day. Forgot to post. Enjoy the randomness.
It’s still early and I’m sitting in my massage therapist lobby with the sudden urge to write. I’m not entirely sure about what. I just have so many feelings. I woke up to a gloomy, misty, foggy morning (my favorite). The leaves all around are changing and the light is amazing.
Some recent developments have me really excited but until we’ve signed on the dotted line I’m not ready to talk openly about it yet. It’s my space and I’m allowed to be vague if I want to.
The other day while I was sitting at my desk. The day was going slowly so I put my current favorite podcast on and just wrote. I waste ally excited to get that pen to paper time in. My plan was to rewrite for this space but I forgot it at work. Hopefully I remember to bring it home next week.
A couple weeks ago we went to see George Thorogood at a casino on the beach. “Bad to bone” and winning money was a Friday night well spent in my book.