I justify buying a Tim’s (medium, dark roast, triple-triple) by telling myself I’m sick so I need the caffeine to help me focus on writing. Nevermind I’ve already had three cups of half-caff before 9am.
There was a time when I didn’t have to worry about leaving change in the cup holder.
Writing feels clumsy to me still. I push through.
I don’t so much regret eating pancakes for breakfast as I regret not eating more of them so I could balance how gross I feel with at least being full.
Cycling through social media because I’m hungry for something I can’t have.
70F is still too cold.
Mastering the art of not intervening when she’s messy, mistaken, or mad.
I need prayer tonight, but when it comes my turn to ask, I can never think of why.
Education is an affair of the heart, not just the mind.