I am happy that we are in February, in this year that feels hopeful and optimistic and dystopian. There is curiosity in hope, an ability to sit in the stillness, with knowledge of what awaits on the other side of the initial discomfort. This winter broke my sense of self, and in that scramble to pick up the pieces emerged a new version.
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