That when you finally work up the courage to give up on something, a thought or a feeling, when you finally decide its time to stop dwelling on it and move forward that it decides it’s ready to make the move you’d been waiting for? How do you know how to respond? How to handle a situation that presents itself so carefully, pleasantly, non-threateningly but makes you sick for all intents and purposes?
I wrote a bit today. I need to start writing again.
As always, I’m still RJ, and this week, today especially, has been…ugh.