Away We Go: Lasts
Why do we assign so much importance to what happens at the end? Why do the feelings in the last few minutes count for more than the thousands that came before? As if a good "last" could make up for any shortcomings beforehand.
Away We Go: Three P.M.
Out loud to him I say, I so agree. This is the hardest part of the day. I sigh, hoping that breath counts for yoga so I can cross that one off too.
Away We Go
I felt like I was sailing directly over the edge Thelma-and-Louise style but after each cliff was another, no bottom to be found. So we took to the road.