Missing it, so much…
Tag: gratitude
10:42, everything pretty much done. Already.
Passion, being inspired and maybe even inspiring others… to do what? Write. All emotions and feelings, questions, everything. Their development as a character. 12:35. Pause. Time for me. Collection meditation, going through more of the Paris pics. I download one, and stop. My wife, walking. Both of us, entranced by what we saw. The cathedral,…
Ran into a coworker who recently shared he’s writing again, and
digging though boxes of old pages, even going so far as to start his own little publishing house. We talked before I went on my wedding and honeymoon leave, in the market break room. He told me that one manuscript he’d been touching here and there for over TEN YEARS. No judgement at all from…
Date night with my girls…
Grateful.
Moving quicker in getting “caught up”, much quicker than I thought.
Errands to run later, and simply following through with my/our choice to enjoy this final day of the Honeymoon. This Nurse… the adventure we just came back from, and just in time to avoid all the unrest in Paris. UGH… breaks my heart, to be honest. So, how I deal, looking at these stills with…
Gratitude is not an answer or remedy, key or solution or lens… I’m told by the Story itself that it is THE way.
For everything. 08:50, Nurse and I up early after getting to bed unusually early last night, and the effect of travel of course which only appear to be in our favor, so…… I can only be grateful. Can only celebrate this day and all and sitting here, being married to quite candidly my best friend…
Deciding to…
Only be grateful. Sing from where I am… Love with more pervasive purpose. And now, as I wrote this… enjoying coffee with my wife. Last day of honeymoon. Back in office tomorrow, rewritten.
1st Day back home…
Relaxed and project-oriented… Here, my bride opening some wedding gifts. Gratitude is on an over-overload, and I am happy and married AS.FUCK. M.A.F. #NURSEANDPROFESSORVIBEZ #MADIGANLYINLOVE
Laughing, even when tired.
Love this girl. ♥️
Packing. Sad to leave, but I know we’ll be back, sooner than whatever it fucking was… 17 years since my last/first visit??
Nurse and I packing our suitcases, making a party of it.. she joking that I may need to house some of her jeans that she bought there on Champs-Elysees. I tell her fine. And we laugh, imagine that. 13 days, KNOT TIED. We downstairs in the lounge, talking about our honeymoon and not how fast…
FYI de Paris —>
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