maybe i can do it again tomorrow

i've self-incurred a great injustice by allowing myself to go so long without reflecting in writing. i've lived a considerable subset of my lifetime in this dry span, so i've decided to set the records straight before moving on (even though its 3:12 am on my computer's clock). specific events dwarf before the lessons i've learnt about myself from their occurrences, and so in the short time i have before i doze off, id rather focus on the the achievements i've unlocked.

yesterday i talked to a friend who had moved away. the day before i had asked her if we could zoom, and she had happily responded. it was a strange encounter; strange because i've rarely felt so compelled to speak my mind and feel listened to at the same time. the conversation bears the image of feelings and emotions landing with a gentle thud. so on the call i said some very honest things and i was met with kindness — a lot of it. enough to pull me out of the den i was in and set my tracks right for the next day. i

a first in a very long time — today i decided what was right for me, and i extended my honesty, and it turned out well for me. throughout the day, i’ve also been able to zero in on some fleeting, unkind impulses and flag them as being what they were, fleeting, unkind impulses, saving myself from the deprecation of their nature.

ive done great today,

maybe i can do it again tomorrow : )