. I sleep in the same position for 6 hours but it's 4:30am now and I'm wide awake.
. I keep thinking about how she sang as she rolled the pretzel dough. The way her voice carried through the garden. Effortless. I wonder what it's like to be the kind of person who sings while rolling pretzel dough in a garden.
. A photo of the sky before the clouds move in.
. What the funk is this funk I'm in?
. It's time for a change.
. 2:51pm and I'm ready for bed. I sip ginger tea, twirling my hair.
. Guilt for skipping the gym today.
. Supported bridge pose. Child’s pose.
. I can’t shake it. I find a bit of clarity in journaling, but I still can’t shake it.
. The Death card. Closure, transformation. Something needs to end.