I’m on the bus to Florida, which has just become a thing I do sometimes now. It’s annoying in some ways, long and peopleful and juggle your stuff between buses-y. But also nice because on top of taking me to see my mom, buses these days have wifi and outlets and it’s solitary and not much is expected of me for many hours.
Today I have Bene Browns book: “The Gifts of Imperfection” and a new travel blanket and a lot of time to reflect on my gratitude.
