At least i’ve been writing. What a difference a year makes. A year ago today, I was nervous and in between home and Washington, the past, and recovery. Now, I’m nervous for everything I have to do. Between co-directing, to writing, to accomplishing something. I’m curious for the summer, for myself. I want to travel. I want to stay here. I want a job. I want to be free. And I think I can do it all, just by particular maneuvering.
I think I might row this summer. I miss sculling and how our bodies would move all in sync over polluted jersey rivers.
This year has been great. I could do a recap, but there’s so many contexts and nuances.