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184: January

It’s the second week of January and I haven’t offered an eloquent prayer this week. I haven’t written a poem that moves me as immediately as the ocean or as thoroughly as music. I haven’t managed to eat all the groceries in my fridge before the cilantro turns to a darker shade of slime. It’s the second week of January and I haven’t mastered a gimlet or exercised everyday or remembered to check my 403-B. It’s nearly the third week of January and I’m still starting my emails I hope this finds you well, when I really mean I hope you have a place to stand that feels stable and dry amidst the shifting tectonic plates of our everyday world. I hope you feel loved. I hope you know you matter to someone. It’s almost February and I’ve hit snooze, hit play on the remote, hit a flow state maybe twice. It’s almost tomorrow and there’s been nothing to write home about and all the same, I am so grateful for January’s chance to start again.

Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good

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