Semi-Daily Scribbles

These are my six sentences to sum up a Sunday, a week, a month. June was slow out of the gate, but it found its footing on the 10th. Too many thoughts and words gummed up the works, and a productive May felt inadequate when held up to June’s exacting standards. The week has been a success in crossing bridges without the need for setting them on fire. The journey to connect my awkward steps is well underway, and adventures are vying for bragging rights. Today, however, was reserved for tea and synchronicity as the sun set on 30 new beginnings.