Slow going

I’m clean (and dry!) and warm and comfy and burnt toast has been replaced with jasmine rice and fresh laundry.

Dinner’s almost ready, and I’ve got the evening’s entertainment all picked out. I’m not sure how I’m still awake. But I’m glad that I am.

I look back and I’m not sure how I made it this far– “You did what?!” But I’m glad I did.

Everything in my head is so crowded it hurts.

And so, I sit here and take in the space and the moment and the stillness and simplicity, that I wish I could share with the world and speak wholeheartedly on my passions and be heard.