Wrestling with everyday chaos for the 23rd day in a row. Tired muscles. Open, focused eyes on caffeine. Until they’re not. That sense of knowing seems to have lost its mind for a little while.
And guess what: there is no point running into an empty home and trying to figure out how to get a hug out of that empty couch.
Walk, think, no talk, more coffee. Pressure. Measure. Constant self-reflection. And constant run away from it. Sweet contemplation on the go. For what?
It’s time to turn it here, in this passage: McCafé makes the time stand still and frozen and relaxed, reminding you of younger times when pocket money was the only source of income. The sense of knowing just woke up!