rituals

I've found that when I've taken a pause from writing my days and weeks, its nearly always for the same reason -- I can't bear to put to paper another tangle of anxiety and exhaustion.  Lately I've found myself asking (myself and others) if this season is actually harder than others, or if it just feels that way because we're still here.

This year, this semester, this month have been among my most trying days.  I've spent so much time tying myself up in knots about it.

And now, drifting into my favorite season, I've decided there must be more time spent writing -- in the morning, as the sun creeps above the now-bare trees outside the window near my desk.  The days have grown cold already, and winter will be hard.  Writing in the morning, yoga after work, a cup of coffee with oat milk from our favorite bakery, etc. -- a few newly required rituals.