Lines Between Living

April tried to humble me. It worked. But here’s what else happened.

April came in with punches I wasn’t ready for. The PDF I’ve been pouring into for two months is still sitting quiet with no sales. Writing slowed down in a way that scared me a little.

Friendships I thought were solid started showing cracks. Unexpected situations landed one after another and I had to just absorb them.
But April also gave me things I didn’t expect to need as much as I did.
I saw Naika live.

I walked into an Edgar Allan Poe themed speakeasy and let that be everything it was. I got to go to BookCon.

I stood under the cherry blossoms and let that mean something.

I started documenting what I’m building in a way that feels real. Those moments carried weight. They reminded me I’m still someone who shows up for beauty even when things are hard.
So here’s what May is going to be about for me.
Getting back to the page. Even if it’s one paragraph. Even one line on a hard day, that counts.

Getting back to moving my body, even if it’s just half a mile. Submitting my poetry. Exploring. Traveling somewhere. Actually being in spring before it disappears.

And this May I turn three years. Three years since a moment that should have ended me and didn’t. I don’t always understand why I’m still here.

Some days I’m still looking for the answer. But I am here. And that means I have to keep going, keep creating, keep finding the light even when I have to squint to see it.
April was a teacher.

May is going to be a celebration.