Sometimes I have to stop. Look. I go through this a few times each year. Examine where I am. It starts with this feeling of stasis. I get uncomfortable with what I’m doing. Get a sense of inertia. It starts slowly, in the distance and then becomes obvious, clear. Periods of doubt, questioning my work, my thinking. It comes and goes in waves. Interior debate. What have I learned in the past year? What have I been doing? Then digesting it all. Moving on. Maybe the work will be less now, or more, but I know it’ll still be me, mine, at the end of the day.
So, I begin. A new day.