Some Days Are Like This

Residual melancholy.

An inexplicable ache in your gut.

Unanswered questions, unattended emails.

Too little sleep.

Too much procrastination.

Not enough energy.

More than enough doubt.

Endless tasks.

Unhelpful voices to silence.

Some days are like this. 

Anticipation of what’s on the horizon.

Words to write.

Ideas to flesh out.

Manuscripts to edit.

A blank slate of a new year to dream upon.

A tribe to cheer you on.

Some days are like this.

Sometimes even simultaneously.

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