I wrote daily for a month in March this year( but it feels like an eternity ago). I loved it. Then I stopped writing everyday for a multitude of reasons and the guilt over it started mounting up. It is now taller than the Lonely Mountain.
So, I had to scale it again.
This looming mountain of guilt mocking me for not being regular at the one thing I love to do.
I have to scale it as a reminder of who I can be.
Fingers in symphony 