It’s all shiny when I have time to myself. Get back into the work/school routine and watch how doing what I love falls away.
So many things to say during the week and give me a quiet, windy, cold, Saturday morning and my head is blank.
This is what a former principal called The Mean Season. Too deep into winter gray to remember summer, too far away from Spring to see the light at the end. I’m in The Mean Season.