This year has been difficult

be easy with me, I'm still learning how to float

Since 2018, every year has felt like a hard year.

There has yet to be a year that has felt like a full breath out; one where I can settle and relax deeply into the world unfolding around me.

Do I have a disillusioned concept of what settling is supposed to feel like?

As I close the chapter of the year, I find myself reflecting about how it has tested me; appearing to be a testament to the endurance of the challenges faced, the trials overcome, the pieces of me I’ve had to dig out of the mud with my bare hands.

The last four years have felt like endless mud.