𝐃 𝐗 𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐐

image: Galatée, Charles Jalabert

Sleep comes and goes. I wish it lingered longer. These days, I only fall into it when I’m utterly exhausted or medicated. And even then, I dream. Vividly. Uneasily.

I’m sure it’s fatigue. I’ve been writing constantly this past month, for my blogs and for myself. I’ve been writing to fill this void. It feels contradictory or perverse. The first rule they teach in creative writing is to write for an audience.

• Mother Tongue oat milk lattes are the best, are comfortable, and are a treat. It’s a relief to be back to something familiar.

Affirmation: it’s okay to go back to the places where the coffee is good.

Now it’s time to find the motivation to push myself at the gym. I’ve been dreading cardio, but I know I have to do it. I need to learn patience and find a way…