Drinking yesterday’s coffee because I don’t feel like making today’s. Honestly, it’s shit.
The days are persistent, and I hate being dragged. Everything feels tedious, even well-worn practices like writing. I’m too weary to hear myself speak.
I saw this Charlotte Brontë quote this morning. It resonated.
When I get tired of the fight, it’s important to reflect on why I try so hard. I land on these three values-
I overcome the lump in my throat to find myself. I show up in discomfort so I won’t be alone. I’m tenacious in the pursuit of healing. I just gotta get better.
I appear to be giving myself a talking-to via blog post. At a time when I want to quit writing, here’s a reminder of why I started.
Thanks for listening. Onward, to March.