When I’m not trying to be the best optician in the world I am here.
Usually when I get to write a blog I’m alone and surrounded in quiet. Now I’m listening to the TV in the background, my mother yawn, and I feel my own yawn start to form in the back of my throat.
Like, who really goes to spell the word “time” and spells “tiem” instead?
That’s where I’ve been.
I found myself crying in the bathroom stall at your friendly Folsom Walmart earlier today with the only gratitude inside of me being that I was alone in there.
I am in love.
I will start and end there.