He says to keep that same mindset. Writing to one person in a way that makes them feel hurt, sad, connected, thought of, seen.
I'm looking at washers and dryers now. My clothes stopped coming out clean.
Didn't even bother putting mascara on today.
Worked at my projects in an intentionally casual way.
Still have a yard to weed. Still have a lemon tree to plant.
Each day is new, each day the same.
Still waking up and working at something before calling it a day.
Almost 7:00 PM. Still 75 degrees inside. Mr Bones spinning on some fishing line and Henry buzzing the nectar-rich flowerbeds.
I wrote stories a long time ago that today I finally edited.
Curious how I'm the same or different.
I always wished my sister would write a book about her life. I imagine it full of wild adventures and the most outlandish situations. I think she didn't take that as a compliment. I think maybe there's a lot of shame hiding inside her head.
I always wanted to emulate her. Sometimes I hear her personality in my voice and it makes me happy on the inside. She's always been the most beautiful person to me.
Skylight shades are sewn and installed. Should be a life saver when the summer sun tries to cook me like a bug.
