Back in October, I was having what seems to be an annual late-night chat with my dear friend Stephanie from The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me, during what seems to be her annual visit to Not the City, New York. During that chat I opened up about how my dreams just seem so out of reach and how I don’t even know if I am still dreaming the dream anymore.

In the morning, I woke up to this on my fridge:

I read the poem and had a good cry. And I sort of resolved to do something, because one of my friends managed to write me a meaningful message using Magnetic Poetry for couples (which, by the way, contained the word DIVORCE! I threw it away immediately.). And if she could do that, I could at least muster some effort to resemble the person I long to be.

One of the first things I did was decide to get back into writing. Coincidentally, NaBloPoMo was coming up. I decided that I would update my blog every single day in November. I did write a few good posts, but mostly I am thankful for the writing practice and the “practice” practice – the mindset shift of digging into something every single day.

I wasn’t intending to make this a multi-part post, but, well – here we go again.