Is Nimble

I went to sleep with one set of plans. I painted my nails to those thoughts. Imagined it in my head some.

And then a text. And then a change of plans.

I almost never turn down work. It's not in me. Unless it's a matter of principle, or I am just too tired to do another thing. Well. Yeah.

So my set of plans changed but luckily I still had brunch with Liz and it was my favorite hour of the past week or so.

Also, last night I decided I need new sneakers. That didn't change either.



But instead of lounging in a booth I'll be on the clock. There's something comforting about that. Mingling isn't my favorite and I'm too guarded for dance floors. But it's kinda Zen, at the door. It's kind of a meditation.

And thank yous. One after another.

Dunno. Hard to put a finger on it.

Once upon a time I put it like this.