Peering out of the cave

The dim light filtered through a haze of drab gray clouds makes me squint as I peer out of the cave of sickness I’ve been inside for the past week. I’m on the road to recovery, gratefully. My head is still fuzzy and my thoughts are coming to me as if through the thick, murky phlegm that has been my enemy of late.

I will keep this post short, but unfortunately not very sweet. The reality of being ill and having to take care of yourself is a very unpleasant one. And I am fully ready to have that change in the future as well. I’m ready to be well. I’m ready to be an incredibly successful writer. I’m still ready.