February 2012
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February 5th, 2012.
Sipping tea in the presence and grace of the afternoon sun, pouring it’s gentle hands through my kitchen windows. Every day feels a little different, a little better. Easing my fingers politely into falling in love with a pen, all over again, like awkward lovers. New and nervous. Hello old friend. I have a million things to say and waited too long to say them.
I know that I've been saying this for two years...
I’m going to start writing more.
The one year anniversary of my dad’s death is a five days away, but despite how morose I’ve been feeling about that I’m actually really in love with my life. I’ve been feeling more inspired. I spent my 23rd and 24th years on earth in a funk, and I really feel like I’m finally capable of turning that around. And it feels good.