January 30th, 2018
"The place in which I'll fit will not exist until I make it." - James Baldwin
Winter is really rough. I want to pull the covers over me and disappear. My dog is staring out the window, but she is surprisingly calm. It's nice to hear her just be next to me. Have I turned into a hippie?
Listening to podcasts on how to start a business. It says keep the business plan simple.