It’s that 30 minutes we get here in Texas when the days are just warm enough to be pleasant, there’s still some relief when the sun goes down, and the tornadoes are still bothering other parts of the country.

As I’m writing this the sun’s just coming up, and I would love to tell you that I’m outside basking in the glow of a new day, sipping some French press and dreaming of a world where floppy hats are king.

Instead, I’m huddled over my keyboard like the introverted troll I can be most of the time.

If I have a happy place, it is this: in the middle of building something, or planning something, if I’m honest.

The building part has been tricky over the years, as paralyzing fear of failure somewhere in the future creeps in and robs me of whatever joy might be had in actually finishing something.

Working on taking that one day at at time, as with most things.

Spending less time looking up at the mountain, more time looking at the compass, making sure I’m headed the “right” way.