If you are reading this, please know that I miss you. If you are not reading this, please know that I miss you, too.
To the baristas at the coffee shops, I miss you.
To the people on the bus (when I used to ride the bus), I miss you. Sometimes I'd talk to neighbors. Sometimes I'd talk to strangers who then became friends.
I miss my neighbors. I miss stopping to talk to people when I walk Fox.
I miss seeing my co-workers. I miss going to coffee and going to lunch. I miss sitting next to them in meetings and reading body language.
I miss meeting people after work for a beer.
I miss meeting people for dinner.
I miss yoga classes, Zumba classes, any classes.
I miss walking with my friends to walk Green Lake or to get coffee with my old friends, with my new friends.
I miss you.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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