I never forget that writing is not only my joy and my go-to (a bit like breathing) but also my therapy. When I’m sad or stressed or when I don’t know what is going on – when I need to sort things out for myself – writing.
While my answer for almost everything in life is “hiking” – whatever hiking doesn’y solve, the other answer is “writing.”
And so today, I have written about 3500 words with more to come – maybe later today – maybe tomorrow. Because tomorrow is going to be another writing day. I’m probably halfway done with the story I’m writing – my therapy story. Already I notice more light.
And the day after tomorrow – snowshoeing.