some mondays just hit different. it feels like I'm carrying everything. I miss my home, I miss my animals. I just always hated the idea of "going" to a job, when there would be enough stuff to do, on the farm. or, whatever. I already hated going to school. It always made me feel pressured. When I see the cars driving back and forth in front of my house, even way before I'm up, almost like I absorb all their stress with me. This day will feel easier in no time. Still, I know all my friends and family are physically and mentally away, it hurts me and my true principles, a lot. All those busy cars in front of my home, when I feel their aggression hitting the petal, and I feel like crying. everything feels so imbalanced, ineffective. And we are all in this equation. So I'm crying. not for me, but for everyone. Sipping my coffee. squeezing myself out there, and, at least, help people in need. 🫂

peace and love, for this new week. 🤍