I'm trying to retreat to a quiet space in my life today. I think it's been a while since I've really had me time. Even being in the bath is never me time -- Butters is always kicking the door with his little paws and wants to see what I'm up to inside. I know my head always try to do this, but today really broke the wall: I am just craving for some quiet. I don't necessarily want to break up yet again with social media but I find myself craving for real stories of people, not ones manufactured for brands and money. That's kinda burning me out right now. However, I stumbled upon this little gem of a story. Might be something that would make you smile today, too:
As I listen to Josie's Song by WIlliam Fitzsimmons, I pretend I am alone in a room, instead of an open working space, hoping I get some more hours before I am once again thrown into a laundromat cycle of a life. Maybe.