Workshop

It's going to feel like "Okay I can write words, I don't know if they're good words, but they are words," he says, as your attention span comes and goes into his virtual room. Our time is meant to be spent bettering ourselves now, learning the skills and realizing ourselves, but aren't we also trying to remember to breathe? It's hard to be told to be superhuman when it turns out we are all regular mortals in the end. You stare into the early afternoon sunshine, think about budding trees and the itch in your blood, reminscent of every April classroom in which you've ever sat, how the longing also holds a place in your heart, how lack is not without merit.

We're racking up piles of longing in our heart now. One day we'll look back on them and smile.

It's worth getting that started now.