One Per Day

I am going to get this done.

I am split between preferring to feel like the most spirited person in the group or the least.

It’s almost intuitive.

I got to work relatively quietly.

Maybe cross country.

I may have to stop caring, too.

I don’t know my limits sometimes.

I’m not done yet.

Sometimes I don’t know why I do this.

All I know is that I’m striving to move toward a simpler life.

I’m just glad the week has ended.

I really not make a big deal out of things I’ve never tried.

I’m glad I found AirBnB later that night.

Why do I always have so much guilt for something that’s not my problem?

I am here for my nephew.

I needed one of these days.

It cannot come soon enough.

I am done for the week.

Don’t rush anyone.

I’m warming up to the idea of solo travel.

I just need to get stuff done.

Voluntarily working on the weekend is a generally good thing.

It took longer than needed, but it’s done.

Strangely, I think I know what to do if I am diagnosed with cancer.

People appear in your life sometimes for a reason, sometimes just coincidentally.

I don’t know if I’m trying too hard or not hard enough.

I wouldn’t mind going every so often.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

For the umpteenth time, my life is slowly coming back together.

I just want to stay home.

I just worry my for my dad’s memory.