Late to bed yet early I rise…
Saturday morning, winter is still three-weeks away, officially, but this cold morning peels the layers of warmth from my skin. Hot coffee chased with a handful of Vitamin D and Echinacea to pick me up and keep the viruses away. My weekend playlist adds color to the gray tones of the day. The spiral bound notebook is running out of blank pages; the pages soaked with ink-stained thoughts and ideas.
I continue to make plans while teaching myself to accept life’s spontaneity. The day-to-day cycles between trolls and turmoil no longer matter. I continue the practice of developing new crafts that dispel the notions of fear. There is purpose beneath the surface. Wishing is no longer satisfying.