I have never had a problem having things to say. I can be walking home, dictating into my Notes app, with an idea about work, another one about moving countries, something I noticed about people, a rant about a completely unrelated thing, and somewhere between all of that I will think: "oh, this could be a post." Then I get home and do absolutely nothing with it.

Now that I have moved apartments to my favorite neighborhood to try to reset my brain back to my goals and away from the grief. Now that I am finally here, a few things are happening and I am feeling like perhaps the Universe is punishing me for wanting too much? I have clients, I live in a foreign country, in my favorite city, in the neighborhood that taught me about authenticity and rebirth. So why is my brain going straight to: what am I going to lose now?