If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.

This weekend I watched Homecoming, a testimony to work and creativity and art and brilliance and blackness.

I bought a new bicycle, my very first ebike, and rode 11 exuberant miles in short order. I started reading Thick by Dr. Tressie McMillan Cottom.

I cooked all my meals, including this excellent shakshouka. I did multiple loads of laundry. I mostly finished the errands I’ve been meaning to get to for weeks.

My lease on my Bay Area apartment ends on March 31; I didn’t renew it. I don’t quite have a plan - I have some plans, all of which involve moving again. I should be more stressed out by this than I am; that I am not suggests this is what I have been waiting for.

I know what I need to be happier; I am (still) not quite sure why I do not give myself this permission to leap more frequently.