I slept late. I surprised myself by vacuuming my apartment closets.
I meant this day to be a day for looking for inspiration, but I mostly let my mind rest. By the evening, I feel like some inspiration came after all.
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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