i’m about to get on the road for wisconsin for a two week visit. it’s an 8 hour drive that i’ve done countless times from st. louis to be with my family. this time it’s during a pandemic. this time it’s by myself. this time i’m more anxious than normal. this time it’s needed more
i’m sitting on my front porch locked out of my house writing this blog post. i can hear the helicopters buzzing overhead. it’s the same sound we heard on wednesday of last week and the saturday before. it has been two weeks of buzzing in st. louis.
yesterday i called my mom around noon as i have nearly every day since April 22nd because of COVID and social distancing. i live in a different state from my mom and have never felt closer to her. we draw together. we talk if there is something to say but we mostly just draw. for
i haven’t posted in a bit and want to explain before pivoting back to shoot for the #stonehousestory … every post is a burst in my brain that spends days spinning. they rarely roll right off-the-rim. i spend days improving every post(-up), and afterwards, i’m still re-reading for mistakes. i like to let my thoughts
saving the best [aka hardest] for last in laying the foundation of four things that matter in my search of happiness … proximity to family ✓ success in work ✓ a fulfilling relationship ✓ time for me
reason for starting blog = inspiring joy in myself and others. recently, i’ve realized four things in my life matter more than anything…