“I got myself yet another notebook,” I say, then quickly glance up to scan your face. I hope this makes you proud. “I’ve been doing my homework. I’ve kept my word and sat down to write five days in a row.”
“Good for you.” No fireworks, standing ovation, champagne.
“I’m doing really well. I sleep better, practise yoga every day…”
“That’s great.” Was that a yawn?
“But I don’t know why I’m doing this at all,” I admit as I examine the soil beneath my feet. I can’t feel it through the soles of my shoes. “Am I doing all this because I truly want to, because it hurts not to, because it makes me whole… or to cross off another thing on my to-do list and move on to the next goal?”
“Oh, stop moaning. At least you’re getting shit done.”