THIS CREW

I had breakfast alone this morning at Sunflower, just sipping coffee and thinking.

My early morning hours proved to not be as serene as hoped, filled with hot rollers and chickens and potty charts for school because APPARENTLY MY CHILD LIKES TO PEE ON THE FLOOR.

Which, I know, I know, could be worse. He's a boy. He's a boy. I keep repeating. JR keeps repeating. God keeps repeating.

Fear: that my life is moving too fast and that I'm going to look up and it's going to be gone - slipped out of my reach and taunting me with lines about the importance of meetings and social obligations. They aren't important, really. At ALL.

"Sometimes it's not about making money, it's about making a difference."

These words ring true. But maybe these are for someone who doesn't have rent or a child or a car or, you know, needs to eat. Occasionally.

It's time to make some lists. You know me and my lists.

But it's time to make a set of priorities and it will include the following:

Laughing and enjoying this crew while I can:

Reminding myself that sometimes things are a little upside down. But this is why your people love you. And accept you any which way you ride.

Life can get cold sometimes. But there's nothing a little zebra print can't make better. Or turn into a wigwam.