And I thought January was long. Oh what a year last month has been. The horrors got to me, y’all! There was just a real lack of willingness in me to do anything, a lack I couldn’t quite seem to care enough about to overcome. The problem is that with me, writing is my way into something, a more robust way of processing and centering my opinions. I have to dwell to write, and I have to linger to write well. But I don’t want to dwell on anything that happened in February. And I sure as hell don’t want to linger.
So we chalk it up to the game and keep pushing. If January was an endless slog, then February was a month held in suspension, a catatonic state. My one, unshakeable goal when starting JUNK DRAWER was that every month, no matter how much or how little I posted in the month before, I would always, always have a post for the first. It looks a little different again, but different is fine. It’s good actually. It is very easy for me to talk myself out of deals like this, for me to make excuses when I’m really only accountable to myself. But I don’t want to make excuses this time. I want to see this out.
I’m gonna be honest with you— I really don’t know what March is. Historically, it’s my least favorite month of the year. It’s always been a little too long, too uninterrupted by federal holidays, the last big huff of winter before springtime. Perhaps it’s up to me to rebrand her? I’ll let you know how that goes.
MONTHLY INTENTIONS
stay sane
stay alive
touch grass
STATE OF THE UNION
IN
Vitamin D
Paddington
doing the thing you don’t want to do anyway
OUT
oligarchies
grand viziers
gutting the federal government
till next time.
xx,
april