the uncertainty of how the 365 days would go really plunged in my mental this year. normally i’d feel hopeful to write and contemplate on resolutions/plans to create a drive and feel alive. it hasn’t been easy, and i doubt it ever will. the hurdles that i’ve had to learn how to jump felt like a marathon that needed discipline instead of escapism, patience instead of bypassing. and i don’t know what made that the system of the first two quarters; perhaps the lack of boundaries
