Sometimes it is easier to start something than it is to finish it
Snippets of incomplete essays
The first month of the year is supposedly about beginnings, and that seems to be all I have (I think I like that). Maybe, because this is my life, this is all one story. Maybe, because this is my life, stories don’t come in set numbers. If they did, it would be three, eight, or none.
p.s. if you haven’t been writing because you don’t know where to start or don’t know how to end — this is your sign to just write one line :)
What I’m reading:
Question to ask your mom:
What is something you’ve started that you wish you could finish? Or maybe instead, finish this sentence with me: one thing I want you to always remember is _________