I used to be in a constant hurry. Hurry to get back come. To take a shower. To plan my schedule for the next day. Now, I don’t feel in a hurry anymore. I am where I want to be. I saw my grandmother today, after work. Wanting her approval on one of the samples. Looking at her. The calm “me”. Enjoying this time, together. Realizing I used to rush the wrong things.
Friday, August 28, 2020
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