For the past year, I’ve been on what amounts to a forced sabbatical. There were many days where the most I could do was open my laptop, and close the lid. Before this, I often found it difficult to write and share my thoughts and process. I believe in doing things out loud, and that nothing worth doing can be done alone. Not knowing how to start approached physical pain, an awkward juxtaposition between having so much to say, yet not knowing how to say it. The more you don’t do something, the...
