Until I thought of myself as the sea

I used to separate good days from bad...

Hi friends,

Hope you’re rolling through July slowly (unless you dislike July and then I hope it’s breezing by).

Sharing below a poem I wrote a few weeks ago, inspired by the feelings of “good day, bad day, good month, bad month, good year, bad year.” Does your mind do that, too?

Thanks for reading,

Hannah