And there it was, the beginning of the year. What happened in the last year that made the start of this one be so welcomed, so needed, so desperately thirsted after? Honestly, I can't really remember. The last year passed by in such a slow-motion blur, it felt like sleeping and waking up and then…
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Didn’t Want To, But I Did
I didn't want to write my Morning Pages today. I woke early and lay in bed, thinking and thinking about how I should get up and get started on my Morning Routine. Laying there, thinking of how it was the perfect opportunity to rise and shine before the sun and get started. But I just…
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Today

I just don't have it today. I don't have the words to write something creative, or fun, or in any way at all interesting. I don't have the energy, haven't had it for the last few months, to come to this page and these little black keys and let my brain unload. It's just not…