Is it possible to be so boring as to just like transitions?
I’m heading to bed and smile thinking of getting up just to have coffee.
I like that.
I like that I am realizing more about myself to relax into who I am and just enjoy it.
I enjoyed transitioning to dinner and knowing we’d have an awesome meal out and some good drinks.
I enjoyed the drive the airport from our work site and the reeds along the highway that had been the best friends I made on this trip.
I don’t know that any of this amounts to more than just my happiness.
That seems enough.
Tomorrow we have another transition, flying back to Washington.
I’ll look forward to the snacks.