February 2014

My wife and I were sitting at the dinner table last night. We were eating leftovers of some amazing vegetable curry Ev’Yan had made the day before. And as we usually do, we were talking about what we were proud of that day.

Ev’Yan exclaimed excitedly, “I’m proud that despite not sleeping very well and not really feeling it, I showed up and wrote anyway. I didn’t feel like it, but I did it and didn’t overthink it.”

We fist bumped (that’s our thing).

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