The other day I thought about drawing a picture of a scream and calling it journey entry 30. But it didn’t happen. Days are one thing after another and I don’t mind getting lost in loving the kids… But there’s also a lot of daily blah. And I’m trying to make each day a practice in humility, and patience and compassion to both myself and others. It’s an ongoing practice and practice is such an ideal word. The kind of practice it takes to learn to ride a bicycle. That’s how it feels right now.