Quiet season

I haven’t felt much like “Substacking” lately.

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Which is ironic, because my own reentry hearing is less than a month away, and it occupies a huge amount of my mental space.

I think I imagined I’d be writing more during a time like this. Instead, I find myself quieter. More inward. Less interested in producing content and more interested in simply staying steady.

Maybe that’s normal.

Some seasons are for building.
Some are for surviving.
Some are for waiting.

Right now feels like a waiting season.

Not passive waiting. Active waiting.

Preparing. Thinking. Rehearsing. Hoping. Trying not to catastrophize.

The strange thing is that even when I’m not writing much, I still feel the importance of having a place to tell the truth.

So maybe this isn’t writer’s block.

Maybe it’s just concentration.

❤️
— Ed