Poised on the transition between the beginning and end, I am finding January rather a struggle.
It’s been a month of invoking old demons, battling wars that should have long finished but even in this state of change, an uncomfortable yet growing hope has been born. There is clarity to be had when all seems uncertain, the focus afforded by the intensity of the moment.
I question why change if it often seems too much. Paradoxically this is only ever resolved by admitting that giving up didn’t work.