I said short and yet almost 7 minutes. I guess I’m a chatterbox now. Feel your feelings. Avril Lavigne. You are not your thoughts. My brain train is speeding along without me. Look around.

Folded laundry. Cat purrs in a closet. Courage and lines in the sand. Comfort zone and sense of self. Trying and falling and growing.

A sundayish Sunday. Deck box construction. The deal of the year. Sunnies. Hair curl cream showing promise. Busy week ahead.

Green dust. Stress response, brain trickery, and being in the moment. Beach appreciation. Noticing. Choosing somewhere nice to go in your mind if you’ve got to go. Hair product. Never know what I’m going to end up remembering to say or go on a tangent about.

Sweet and short. A Jennifer Lawrence interview from the depths of my mind. Work yourself to death or glow baby glow.

Pepper to hand to potentially my entire face. Knowing for certain your life isn’t what you want it to be. Risky, scary but not a monster or death. Handmade snowflake mug the grand prize of the day. Green stuff. Three breaths.

Tired today. Cock-blocking my voice. Excuses excuses. Remembering that vulnerable creativity is my heart song. We like being good at things. Your soul might want to do the things you’re bad at more. Subjective. Say the thing-bigger, louder.

Not exactly a high note day ending. The grain of rice that tips the scale sort of thing. Reveal. I was planning on talking about my nail polish color “Jetsetter” but ended up crying a little instead. Sharing is caring.

Half day with the sunshine. People don’t have pencils apparently. Felt hearts. Hot beverages taken to another level. Let’s pretend together. Pretentious but I don’t stink. Gas station freezers.

Sunday funday #17. Must have pringles. Yard work. Orange flowers and berries. Bake off obsessed. Pre-youtuber for life. Cats cats cats. Prairie living.