There is something about a looming deadline to make you work.

Imposter syndrome is an old friend.

I like traveling to a place I get to meet anew.

Sorry to get heavy-handed with the nature metaphors.

I know those aren’t things bears do.

The urge to read has not yet abandoned me.

I have change on the brain these days.

I realized that nothing felt different.

February 3, 2018 — January 12, 2025

And somehow, we’re almost two full weeks into the new year.

I spent most of the end of 2024 and the start of 2025 not reading.

For the first time in a very long time, I have nothing to do this holiday season.

Not sure what’s up and not thinking about it too hard.

“Of course I can’t do that very reckless and bad thing!!”

It was a hell of a week to finish my emotional support poetry book.

A new writing friend asked earlier this week about craft book recommendations.

One of my goals every day is to do one creative thing and, honestly, I fail at it. A lot.

You could live a better life than you do.

I found myself using a lot of positive words to describe what’s happened and what comes next.

The stories don’t have to be complete; the journaling can be a feeling, an image, even just a word.