96. i ate a bison and i blacked out
i love being the storyteller. it gives me such a delight.
i love playing the writer. it gives me such a thrill.
i love leading explorations. it gives me joy and fills me with purpose.
just some notes about myself from today.
i'm exhausted and drained, which i feel totally fine and happy to say. it's strange. "drained" and "exhausted" doesn't always feel like a proud thing to say. like, shouldn't i feel fed and charged with the things i do each day, not just in a state of being filled or depleted? but maybe that's not seeing the full picture.
the full picture was, i did so much today. i played so many different roles. in my own little world.