What a week.
This was…an all-timer of a week, but at the same time totally normal, down to earth, nothing huge happened. It was just…a great week. I’m doing some things that scared me. And I mean scared me in the sense that there was no good reason they should except worry and self-doubt and wanting to just keep things the same.
Work-work was also great this week. I really cooked through stuff I needed to get done. Had a couple days in a row here where I didn’t have to press so hard. That was nice. More days of pressing hard ahead, for sure, but the little respites in between keep me going, keep me fresh.
And then, tonight, to have a little date night with Liz was just the perfect PERFECT way to end it all. We went and got that Detroit-style pizza that she loves so much along with cocktails and some dessert and we brought it home and watched the rest of the Night Stalker documentary.
A great day.
I’m absolutely wiped out exhausted…but in a wonderful way. I rocked my shit this week.
Feels good.
Night!