Tonight I am grateful for my sore neck that tells the story of my commitment to sitting at a computer finishing my work… which is t actually the story I want it to tell… but I am grateful I mostly got my work done and tomorrow feels more appealing now that that is true and I did enjoy the work once I got going with it.

I am grateful that I stayed with the writing once I got going with it because I already witnessed myself many times this week get into a flow with it and then feel cheery enough to leave it alone… only to feel disconnected from that flow and avoid the work. I am grateful I had a full draft ready for today and that I actually reworked it into an unrecognizable state… which is I guess what a second draft is… I. So unaccustomed to this thorough process.

I am grateful for all the first drafts that flow out of me decent enough to pass as legitimate effort and delight some readers.

I am grateful to be a process person learning to appreciate the process and building tolerance to withstand the high sensation of being in the peaks and dips of extensive process.

I am grateful the handbook I just finished creating is so darn cute.

I am grateful for hand holding and honesty and even the painful kind of honesty where you cry in front of the person you really didn’t realize you are just so comfortable and safe with… thereby forever altering your level of intimacy whether you like it or not.

I am grateful for obliterating my intention of alone time today by sitting for six hours at my kitchen table with a…