this morning #1878.

this morning, the summertime blues were starting to do a number on her psyche. days & nights of sweat & shallow breath. stifling heat leading to lack of sleep. SO much FOMO. so much so that she was having trouble focusing. unable to set her fear aside & make plans of her own. trouble relaxing without a full glass of white wine by her side. the winter months were always the darkest ones but then something slipped & the sadness shifted to the warmer season. for this reason, this year she’s impatiently waiting for shorter days & cooler temps. easier to sleep. turned towards the future, when she’ll have less waking time to be tied up in her mind. til then, she’ll need to finding ways to pass the time.