With my apartment being an absolute shit show, there are perks to being in Texas. My dad and stepmom have a huge five bedroom house with a pool and hot tub. Light streams through the windows because my bedroom isn’t halfway underground. There’s good coffee here, and plenty of places to curl up with my laptop and drink it.
I’m home alone with Bailey and Bridget, the small dogs who are keeping everything calm. I just fed them breakfast, and now they’re laid out on a king-sized bed because life is ruff.
I’m at the kitchen table, the sunrise at my back. The soundtrack to my morning is the ice machine refilling…. music if you like ice as much as I do. It makes the crunch ice like you get at Dairy Queen.
Again, there are perks to being in Texas.
My flight got moved to yesterday because my family is going through a lot and I’m the one with time on my hands. I’m trying to be helpful, but I just got here. Things will unfurl over the next few days, but I have a learning curve in front of me that I’m not afraid to meet.
Actually, I’m really afraid.
But it is in these moments that we feel fear and move past it, because there’s a greater purpose to our work.
The learning curve this morning was not knowing how to work a fancy coffee machine.
This afternoon, the sky’s the limit.
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