In the past couple months more than one person has, out of the blue, asked me what was wrong. I’ve noticed it myself: more tough mornings, more cancelled work days, more struggle to create, then flopping into TV-watching or eating instead.
During the past year I’ve been aware that there’s a seismic shift making its way from my inside out.
During the past six months I’ve realized it’s the rest of what I started 10 years ago.
The rest. As in, perhaps it’s the end of an era and, by definition, the beginning of one.