Reveling

Today feels like the day after Christmas. Gifts received (oh, that inauguration!), poetry project complete — and a few extra hours added back into my evenings!

Good stuff this week. But, like all transitions, it can leave us feeling a tad lopsided, a little “at odds” with our changing world. Good stress is still stress, after all.

After putting out a poem a day for 1,462 days straight (of varying quality to be sure, but I always gave it all I had on any given day), my creative spirit needs some R&R. Time to refill the well. 

This is absolutely a first-world problem, and I am SO THANKFUL for the reason why I am able take this break. But endings...you know? They always feel kinda sucky. 

So, I’ve decided this is NOT an ending, though I have no idea yet what the next steps will look like. (A book, perhaps? Maybe some knitting content? And regular poetry posts, too...)

Meanwhile I’m trying to be gentle with myself and allow time to process the end of a project that meant — and gave — so much to me.  

And, of course, reveling in the luxury of hope, which has been sadly missing for a while, now. Care to join me? 💖