At the core of all of the layers is the thing: I think about my mortality every day.
Tag: friendship

Pandemic journal: Month 9 (November)
The Election Day that became a week (or two months, depending how you look at it). Friendship, family, and transitions.

Pandemic journal: Month 8 (October)
Friendship heartache, preschool exhaustion, election anxiety.

Pandemic journal: Week 13
I’ve just had so little interest in what’s not important to me, and so little patience or energy to equivocate.

Pandemic journal: Week 11
Summer, friendship, a childhood memory. And the new wave of uprisings.

Pandemic journal: Week 10
On leadership, burnout, and gratitude for the deep support of others.

Pandemic journal: Week 9
Internal movement research, friendship, roses, ostriching.