- I try to make myself feel guilty for missing two days of daily work. But I don’t. What overtook them was so much more precious.
- Day one of no caffeine. Not too bad so far. (Timestamp: 7:35am.)
- In the wake of revelation, the question. What is the next smallest step forward?
- An unwelcome stormcloud in the house.
- It’s the kind of conversation neither of us wants to have about a problem we both know needs solving. Neither of us has a solution that feels right although we both know the easy way out.
- My insides tie themselves in knots, burning up my energy into weak nothing. The timing is suspicious. I crawl into bed wondering if the attack is a coincidence or a red flag for something more emotional than physical.
- Two hours, four messages. Instant guilt for being sick.
- Everything gets so much easier when you can identify what you do want instead of only what you don’t want.
- This feels like giving up.
- “You’re being shitty because it’s not Christmas yet.” This is how the Holy Spirit talks to me.
