I have recently been having a hard time defining myself. How am I a scholar in residence, if I find myself thousands of miles away from my University? How am I a writer if all the words I have managed to purge on to a blinking Word Document have found themselves crumpled into the digital Recycle Bin? How am I in mourning if the moment of grief hasn’t made itself manifest yet? How am I a person, when much like a cat I find myself sprawled on a couch under the uncomfortable afternoon sun, parched but too drained to move?
reassuring and comforting. thank you for sharing! <3