Transient Global Amnesia, no doubt precipitated by the acute stress of having never had enough capacity to say it loud enough to be heard often enough to feel just ok
An anniversary on the horizon for this navel gazing and it seems like at least the following is worth noting:
The future keeps winning. Even when it seems unlikely.
Riding in a Porsche on a late spring day and eating up a mile in a matter of what seems like moments: affirming.
Sleep. On the regular. Oh if only.
