For the last few weeks, writing – and reading for that matter – became luxuries. My handwritten journal was my solace on occasion, but not as consistently as I’d have liked.

I wish Life doesn’t get in the way, but of course that’s all there is. I’ll have to find a way to write my way through it all anyway. I’ll still forgive myself for not doing this as often as I have desired.

This is yet another restart.