Some Saturday nectar this morning.

You have to find life in your life. As a practice. Or you’ll always be chasing and tying things to things that may or may not come. So you wait and hope and your life is stripped. By you.

A wrecked body, the kind that produces audible noises and a hand in your hunched back. It’s from doing the Spartan Race + a Wod right after yesterday. Reminds me of my early rebirth days when two workouts a day was the norm and you would run through the next day’s workout in your head before sleeping. Feels like I’ve earned something. It means something. Because no one can take that away. Or say that you didn’t.

Waking up to the rain. One of my favorite things in this life. Makes the coffee richer. Time slows down. Feels like you’re in a book. It’s the only time you stare without spinning thoughts. Moments turn crisp.

My new community on a private platform. I’ve been creating virtual communities since password protected group Tumblr blogs. And I gotta say with all this tech these days, there was something potent about the simplicity of just sending words to each other. This one is kind of the same. Back to the basics, before ads and algorithms. A new toy. A new team to help people help people.

Socks. Nothing worse than cold feet. Unless you have a pair of warm legs (not yours) to slip them in between to warm. That feeling…