Day Sixty Three. Morning, all. The words just aren’t showing up today. Feels like there’s something lurking, but I can’t quite capture it. Maybe I only have 180 days worth of words. Maybe now that I have crossed the line, I am supposed to stop.

I won’t, of course, especially as I continue to reflect on and process these past months, looking for “betters” from this strange time that is likely to continue–in some capacity–into the foreseeable future. When I find the betters, I will share the words. But for now, I will accept that the betters–and the words–lie beyond.

Happy Thursday.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.