OK, as things stand today, I am about ready to ditch this project, let go of this idea that I will somehow be in a better place by the time I hit a new year. Maybe I just need to start planning for 51.
It’s hard to feel motivated to write here when I can’t get into what’s really going on, share what’s most real and pressing.
I wonder about all the unwritten stories others hold close.
It’s hard to feel motivated to write here when I keep sanding down the edges.
If I’m only going to nibble at the margins, what’s the point? But just doing this one thing, keeping this one small promise to myself, is giving me something to hold on to.