daily_089; okay
Today's post is just going to be okay.
And I'm going to be okay with that.
Okay??!
-H.
Today's post is just going to be okay.
And I'm going to be okay with that.
Okay??!
-H.
Wake up. Too early. Throat hurts. Is that normal? What does normal mean on race day? I'm going to be late. No I'm not. He's gonna be late. No, he isn't Get to the lot. Are these porta-potties new? They feel
I achieved my goal. I wrote more. Lately, I've been writing these just to do them, and that feels disingenuous. daily is done. Sporadic is back. Thank you all for reading. If I have something worth writing about, I'll put it here. I did what I
does everyone love rain? why is that? Is it biologically coded, a thread of DNA that says we get to survive another year with rain, that our crops will grow? Is it the rhythm? The peace? The gentle pitter-patter against roof eaves, the trickling down the gutters, the far-
I finished 100,000 words, for the second time in my life, today. Feels pretty cool. -H.