It’s been quiet here on my Substack.
Very quiet.
I haven’t written much, but thought a lot.
Constantly wondering about my life and where it’s heading - if anywhere at all.
It feels heavy again, with no future in sight, just worries and gloom. The early spring sun barely dares to show itself to me, or so it feels. The fickle weather mirrors how I feel in…
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