Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 7, 2021
You’re not getting your steps in, you’re going for a walk. Just the same as I’m not flexing my sphincter, I’m taking a shit.
You’re not getting your steps in, you’re going for a walk. Just the same as I’m not flexing my sphincter, I’m taking a shit.
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.