Fresh out the hot box and feeling like a slightly better version of who I was when I went in.
I think some wild thoughts in there, especially during the last 5 minutes. When those are over that’s when I feel so thankful and appreciative, not just that I didn’t die from heat stroke, but thankful of everything. I wanna call friends I haven’t spoken to in years. I wanna complement people, and tell them that I love them.
The ultimate goal is to always be a better me, but my progress always seems to resemble a Bitcoin chart; 2 steps up, 1 step down, 3 steps up…
I learn, but for whatever reason I seem to learn best and grow most when there’s some struggle.