The coffee chimes, “done!” and I can’t even remember making it. Getting ready to leave for work has turned into a routine that deep down inside is killing me, but, I swipe on some red lipstick, heels, grab my coffee, and go!
All the nights we wish we could time travel to make it right makes us feel insane and hopeless. Which unfortunately can make creativity and purpose a totally incapable state of being. But that is a lie.