When Did You Stop?
I don’t know when I stopped writing quite as much, perhaps around the same time my instagram captions took on longer form or when my handwritten journalling became a place to log and process.
Or maybe it was when I felt like my writing had to perform in some way, you know, learning how to create a business from something I love meant time and energy investment had to start showing up differently.
This year, at some point in the first half, I remember standing outside late at night on the steps of my Cotswold’s cottage. I don’t recall why I was there, but the night sky caught my attention before I headed inside, bright with a blanket of stars, reminding me once again of the vast capacity and wonder of life.