Wrong Side of the Bed

Wake up, brain churning, moving toward the to-do list, sucked into its gravitational pull. But the list reeks of scarcity and scrambling.


Gratitude isn’t cosmic & significant this morning. 

It’s dog videos and raisin toast and the kid in her unicorn shirt–looking the perfect combination of the baby she was & the grown person she’s quickly becoming. 

Coffee with the boy. A quick strategy session built on strengths & abundance instead of lack. Dog antics. More coffee.

A reset. 

It’s been a tough year. But not as tough as it could’ve been. 

That’s where I am with gratitude right now. 

That’s enough. 

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