a year on, in a weird place.

how different this January is compared to the last.
less turbulent, less taxing, less feeling like I kinda want to die.

I pasted a poem by Warsan Shire here last April.
it was something that resonated deeply with me,
something that reflected what I had decided to do.

I think I did it.
not completely, nor entirely satisfactorily but I believe I've gotten somewhere at least.

it's a strange place to be in.
I'm not all of who I used to be, neither am I someone totally new.
I find myself feeling more conflicted over things than I used to,
and yet in this time of relative calm my instincts have quietened.
it's a bit scary to lose my gut feeling as a guide and I'm trying to relocate it.

AHHHH WELL,
I'll get by 2015 just fine.