Today was surprising. Work was hard. Unexpectedly. Again.
And then. And then. And then.
There are more important things than work.
Dinner and a glass of wine at Fireside.
Candy making in my mom’s kitchen.
And all the while. And then. And then. And then.
I write and have more wine and get tired by 9 pm because I am thirty now. And tired now.
There is trash to take out and so much work to do and all of it may come to nothing.
If it were easy, would it be worth it?
With Love,
Natalie