last evening: 171/365


I don’t do well when the last evening rolls around–the time before packing and traveling begin but when you can see them coming and have to start making plans. I get quiet and a little sad–even if I’m ready to leave. About fifteen years ago, I accidentally slammed my finger in the trunk of a rental car. Looking back on it, I imagine I needed some physical pain with which to associate the feeling.


10676230_888066327884559_3498549890553000225_n - Version 2 365 true things about me
why this daily practice

Your turn...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s