I’ve reached the point where I no longer have any plans for my hair. All I know is that it’s looking very Mom-like, and I suppose that’s fine because I identify as a mom.
My shoes are about 75% of the way broken in. I have no complaints. The anguish makes me hard-nosed.
My wooden Mala bracelet reminds me to release what doesn’t serve me.
I was asleep less than two minutes after taking this photo. Something about the warm sun on my face and the warm dog by my side.
Lunch? Salad with a friend! Chick peas and green peppers and cloves of garlic and a tiny bit of feta and pineapple and tomatoes and mushrooms and balsamic dressing.
Scout got a haircut and provided the perfect headrest while I watched Brooke Baldwin on CNN.