you know, it’s beautiful outside? you can’t enjoy it because you have to work. You have to work so you can eat. Nothing poetic about that.
It feels good to go back and see what you’ve written. A diary, a journal, a blog? Whatever it is, it’s out there, it’s an attempt to capture something. It’s going to get better if you’re patient. This is like Lent…instead of giving up something everyday, you are writing something down. That’s holy, for sure.