An ode to my habit of hoarding half-assed decisions.

A wonderful night out dancing encapsulate in a short piece of prose. Disclaimer, it’s groovy!

I’ve noticed a pattern where I distract myself from focusing on what I love. A hint of fear for what changes could come.

How my mornings tend to go when I value myself, bluebell flowers atop my hands.

I received a latter recently and did not have a comfortable reaction. Here’s my expression of it.

A bit of prose to describe my relationship with Rejection.

Interpretations on what it means to take two steps backwards, forwards or left and right. A musing on what direction is and how I intend to exercise it.

A piece on self-awareness through the analogy of a scout, measuring the lay of their land.

This about resolution, holding clarity in decisions made. What it’s like to not hold that clarity, and what’s its like to hold that clarity.

Comfort used to be a seductress, one I couldn’t resist. Until I tried reaching further and noticed how cramped I was in comfort.