It's September. We've entered the month of "please start turning to autumn, please let's leave summer behind," if you're like me. I'm ready for jeans and closed-toed shoes and smells other than burning asphalt.
As of late I've been thinking of topics to write about. I've found that it's frighteningly easy for me to return again and again to morosity. It feels strangely natural to release the fact that I am encountering a difficult moment in my life, that most of the time my situation feels hopeless with only slight bouts of light. And maybe it is just natural, since I am human and sinful and will not ever get it right.
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