You are not your February

After months as challenging as February turned out to be, I tend to spiral. I spiral when I look back at the month because I can only see what I didn’t do. I didn’t really read. I didn’t really write. I couldn’t run. I wasn’t awake long enough in the evenings to cook. All those ways I describe myself – avid reader, writer, runner, food-heater-upper – ring hollow. One framework that I return to is …

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