I’m a little bit tired of ‘gratitude.’ Semantics, I know, but ‘gratitude’ falls into the guilt/I should. I don’t stick with it. But just something good?

We cannot move on without moving through, and that requires facing our feelings.

I jumped.

The choices we make never really matter anyway.

Still, the cliff beckons.

Because that’s another thing the journal is for: The mundane. The simple. The everyday. Then, you get to rest.