Moving around and long day but a good day with a free donut that I forgot to mention. Organization and rearranging and pauses and ums and self conscious and warm and fuzzy and seasons and perfectionism and things in their places.

Sorry to the Kathy’s. Furniture and two piece sets and driving around for world stimulation. Gratefulness and three weirdos and room evolution and furniture accumulation.

Late night and last minutes of Friday. Toothpaste and House and cat meows and bathroom floor sitting.

Projects and worms and expression and funnels and rice and subpar metaphors. Instagram and phone notes and practice and moss balls.

I’m a mess and my stress-induced shameful act of the day disclosed. Itchy. Imagination. Acceptance and judgement and cruelty and ammunition and standing tall.

Every part is welcome. Surrender, accept, expose, take a walk through every bit of who you are. A pep talk, an appreciation, an expression of big, flowing love.

Numbers are hard. Thought recreates whole body reaction. Joy and wonder and freedom and triggers and jealousy and reflection. Maybe a quote about the thief of joy. Marketing and thriving off of insecurities. Opening and no one key to healing. (Charging high prices for services is not inherently evil - want to clarify!!)

Wrapped up and packed up tent and all. Rubber boots and coffee and grayness and fire starter and a new book. Character flaws and ocean time and grocery shopping and unpacking and wind down reading instead of watching.

Very little cellular service. Cornsnake named Charlie. Tagalong smores. Rain rain rain. Simpleness.

Middle of the day because camping adventure starts at the stroke of 6. Melancholy or nostalgia or angst or none of the above. Versions of life and leaving and packing and decisions and no take backs.