Day 13

Saturday, September 13, 2025

The Chicago River

The strangest days as someone who loves to write are the days when the words don’t come. There always seem to be ideas and words swirling around my head but from time to time, I can’t seem to put them together.

Maybe what's just as important as recording our ideas when we have them is not forcing them when we don't. Maybe it's okay to not quite have the words yet.