Gratitude

Fuck. Snodgrass passed away this morning. It was 2003. I was a junior at UTA, working towards a business degree in information systems, putting in 25-30 hours a week at UPS in Mesquite to pay for school, and spending a good amount of time in the music building for music performance and jazz theory just because I loved it. It was there, particularly my time with the group pictured here, that I enjoyed the most....

Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk. – Rumi I’ve been having not the greatest last few days. I’ve been in a bit of a mental funk and can’t seem to find a way out of it. That is, I was until I found flow while writing gratitude letters this evening. I was sitting, remote working at a brewery today, attempting to design a feature for a software application I’m building....