I watched the entire season of Ted Lasso again. I would watch it again tomorrow too. That’s how much I love it. It’s like a giant, warm, hopeful hug.
It snowed today. It feels like it’s been a while since we’ve had multiple storms and the snow has actually stayed on the ground.
Super Bowl. I’m not watching. I ate some nachos though!
I found another old photo of myself. I’ve been trying to get in touch with this girl and it feels like we’ve finally connected. This photo helped. It’s a little blurry, but that’s about right. I like that I’ve carried some sort of bag up into the tree. I’m guessing the bag had some toys and probably some crayons or markers and a notepad. And I like that I’m not interested in moving about in the tree, I just wanted to get up into it. I just wanted to get up there and be in the tree. Because that’s a good place to be. And maybe when I’m up there in that good place, I’ll open my bag and see what I find.
I heard this today:
Be curious, not judgemental.
Walt Whitman (by way of Ted Lasso, Season 1, episode 8)
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