This has been chilling in my ‘drafts’ folder for a long time.
Tuesday, February 26, was one of those surreal days that only happens every once in a while. When the universe decides to figure itself out, and your brain goes quiet for the first time in a long, long time.
February 26 was the day my anthology, She’s Lost Control, was officially published by Post Mortem Press. I also attended a poetry reading by Denice Frohman in the evening, and listening to spoken-word poetry always fills me with immense joy and wonder.
Then, as the universe is wont to do, things went topsy-turvy and I spent a good amount of time wallowing. Several things happened that I am still processing, that I will be processing for the rest of my life probably.
I’m still in that valley somewhat, I think. It’s part of the reason I’ve been so quiet here. It’s part of the reason I stopped working on my novel. It’s also part of the reason I wanted to return to blogging.
The whole world is not okay.
But that’s alright. I can only actively change my corner of it, and I’m working more on that every day. I’ve rediscovered poetry, and I’m deepening friendships, and I’m close to being ready to start working on my novel again. I’m playing Final Fantasy XIV and getting back into my routine. Drinking good coffee in the morning and afternoon. Napping. Having tea at night. Doing yard work. Laying in the sun. Teaching myself how to knit. Learning how to take a selfie worth a damn.
The whole world is not okay, but I am. For now. In this moment. And that’s all I can ask for.