Always a good way to start off a new week. I picked up the first yellow leaf of the almost fall season. With that comes beautiful endings and new beginnings.
M O N D A Y
After a long day of school and commuting, I find myself pacing around in my back yard. Trying to come up with ideas. Trying to formulate something, out of nothing, or at least something out of minimal pieces. This, I think, is one thing I’m going to miss when winter comes along, just walking outside to think.
T U E S D A Y
Beau, Heureux, Riche, Jeune, Faible, Actif, Grand, Gros, Amusant, Méchant, Mince, Paurve, Petit, Decontracté, Forte, Difficile, Sympa, Sympathique, Triste, Vieux, Laid, Ennuyeux.
French Adjectives. They’re lovely, aren’t they?
W E D N E S D A Y
Today was for:
Being up early enough to hear the church bells ring. Listening to French music on the way down to school. Two cups of coffee to cancel out the tiredness. Making progress (slowly). Long conversations with people who come and ask to sit with me. Driving with the windows rolled down. Rough drafts and inky pages. And prayers late into the night.
T H U R S D A Y
Today was for coffee, writing, new projects, and country drives.
Oh, and for looking for constellations in the stars at night.
F R I D A Y
Today was for final goodbyes. For tear stained eyes. And for too many cries, out into the night sky.
S A T U R D A Y
Life is hard. You know that? You don’t realize it until it hits you. Until your eyes are red from tiredness. Until your heart aches. Until it gets too overwhelming. Until final goodbyes are made.
Life is hard.
Today I realized this.
But I also know this: It’s not the end.