The Warriors got whacked by the Suns tonight, a team that was missing literally all its star players, while we had our starting 5 back on the court together for the first time in over a month.
That timespan seemed to be a major reason why we lost.
I, like the Warriors, feel a bit off-kilter. I’m back to work. It’s going fine. I woke up this morning and was out in my office at a reasonable time. But, man…the writing is off. And it’s entirely because I’ve been apart from it for so many weeks. Two full months. Ugh.
Here’s the thing: I’m going to give myself some grace with that. I’m starting a new book. Starting is always the hardest, most frustrating, least ‘efficient’ part of the process for me. I have to suck it up and just start putting in the work…but that’s hard at first. So? Grace.
Grace.
Gonna read. I’m enjoying that. Then sleep. And re-do it tomorrow.
The one thing I will say that I’m extremely pleased with thus far: yoga. That shit is the bomb. Liz and I are doing it together every day before lunch. I love that part of it, too: doing it with her. Sharing it together.
Night.