I usher myself through the day gently. I feel a fragile thing. A morning run. A productive trip to the post office. A haircut in Sturgeon Bay. Grocery shopping. Culver’s. Tending to a fire while I draw dungeon maps and watch Dimension 20. I open a bottle of wine and pour it into my renaissance faire goblet — red, durable glass with a dragon curling around the base.
I’ve inherited my family’s bias toward action. I like to move fast once I’ve made decisions. I’ve never been great at slowing down. It’s probably why I got married so young — I was so impatient for years and years. On the (good) flipside, it’s also why I got divorced so young. I don’t usually stand in the fire too long before I get fed up with being burned.
I hate waiting. It makes my skin crawl. So this is the only thing I know how to do, this gentle distraction into the joys of my life today. A warm home. A burning candle. A game that is a puzzle where I might accidentally kill all my player characters because the monster just sounds cool (I’ll try not to, promise).
With Love,
Natalie