TRAIL RIDES → arrow → STORIES AT NIGHT.
CAMPFIRE FOOD (REAL FOOD).
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Another arrow shoots off toward the side.
FAITH
→ PHOTOS
→ VIDEOS
→ “DAY IN THE LIFE”
I draw a tiny phone icon and add:
SHE’LL LOVE THIS.
I laugh quietly to myself, shaking my head.
The next page is numbers. Not clean columns, more of a controlled string of thoughts.
FIX MYSELF = $
HIRE HELP = $$
DON’T CUT CORNERS = NON NEGOTIABLE
I circle non negotiable three times.
For once, the math doesn’t feel like a threat. It’s a challenge I actually want to take on.
I scribble down another thought before I lose it.
THIS IS MINE.
No arrow. No explanation. Just the words, sitting there, solid.
My chest tightens, but it isn’t fear.
I flip to a new page and write it big.
TOWN COUNCIL MEETING
I draw a box around it, then a second box, then add little exclamation marks in the corners as warning signs.
Underneath, I jot:
CLEAR
HONEST
PREPARED
Then, almost without thinking, I add in smaller letters off to the side:
DON’T PANIC