Notes

Instead of trying to figure out what to say next, I need to learn patience and the beauty of silence.

Monday:

Tuesday:

Ever since I was a kid I’ve wondered what it would be like to be elderly, to be lying on my death bed and looking back on my life. Would I be proud of the life I’ve lived? How can I live life now to make that last day special?

The best times of my life are when I let go and go with the flow rather than forcing things to go a certain way. This year has taught me that more than any other. Just let go and ride the wave.

I spent some time tweaking a few aspects of my website that make me love my blog that much more. I wish I knew more about CSS and whatnot, but I’m happy with the result as of today.

I felt like the whole world bounded together in unity yesterday, and I felt so good joy-scrolling instead of doomscrolling for the first time in four years.

I wonder how many balloons get inflated every election season and how many bring more sorrow than joy.

I love it when it rains.

There are many things I find puzzling but nothing more so than rural Americans. What’s up with their championship belt-sized belt buckles?

New haul. Excited!