Waiting for my coffee in the mornings might be the longest minutes of my day
Writing letters to myself, excavating my courage and layering on peace
I wrestle with words. The English language feels restricted, lacking nuance.
The mid-morning coffee minutes are definitely shorter.
I am breathing and feeling buoyant. Filling the lungs with air will do that.
Today I've filled up the silence with a mindless playlist. I'm not even sure I like most of these songs. It's just noise.
I'm one fourth way through the to-do list I need to complete before it's time to pack.
There's only four things on the list. KISS : keep it simple sweetie.
I'm feeling a bit like I'm winging it with this whole packing thing. It's not lost on me that I'll be flying tomorrow and I'm winging it today.