Write, teach, quidditch, repeat.
April always sneaks up on me. March starts off as a leisurely month. Rainy day relaxation now that the drought is over. Sunshine returns with daylight savings. Then, the end starts to creep up on me and say, “Surprise! You’re birthday’s here!”
Funny how January seems to drag on for centuries while February passes by in the blink of an eye. This February proved that to be especially true.
No one likes feeling like a failure, so I like setting qualitative resolutions. They’re easier to stick to, and when I do occasionally slip up, they’re easy to get going again.
A different sort of check in now that half the year has gone by.
Content warning: depression, suicide.
