I get up, journal and eat, then head out the door. Music pumping, breezes blowing; I greet the day, the weather, my own thoughts, whatever they all might have for me.
March 17, 2021 by Katie Noah Gibson
I get up, journal and eat, then head out the door. Music pumping, breezes blowing; I greet the day, the weather, my own thoughts, whatever they all might have for me.
If only I had a quarter of the motivation you have I would be going places! Lol! Delightful read!