Why Did I Let Myself Stop?
I’ve been asking myself this question quite a bit of late: why have I let myself stop writing? It seems like a simple question, and it sounds exactly like one I feel like I’ve already answered— you know—with reasons like family trauma, work, and other things that keep me busy. But no matter how many…
I had written the bulk of this post days ago thinking that I would not post it. It was another instance of a thought that wasn’t fully formed, that I was trying to write to grab onto an understanding of an idea. But I had a change of heart. Below is what I wrote out…
When I walk outside, I don’t see a jaguar hunched down, ready to pounce. I don’t see a bear wandering around, or a pack of wolves, hungry, ready to make me their meal. As I go through the day, I don’t have to worry about where my next meal will come from. I don’t have…