Opened a long-running notebook for the first time in a while last night...

Whereas the first year I wrote in it (2010) had 50+ pages written, last year I wrote 3 sentences.

So I sat for a few minutes and wrote until I ended up in a new place. I felt the ink on the paper, basked in the varying scribbles I made, poured out some honest words, and made some discoveries that instantly lifted my mood. Just *writing* did that. I don't do it nearly enough.