december, xxii.

Nearly two weeks now, which feels like it should mean something. And in a way, it does but I have to stop and remind myself way too often. It is exhausting. You are struggling to make the change because the old behaviour is still meeting a need. I didn’t know how much I needed that until I read it. The hope is to keep going; keep writing, and keep living without fear. Everything else can, has to, wait.