The Never-ending Month: An Inner Critic's Train of Thought
March could not have been longer. I lost the month to living a life in pure mundane bliss. I thought I had a plan. Neatly written reminders for each week. All I had to do was follow it, and find myself comfortably sipping my tea in April, enjoying all that spring brings with it. I must have fallen into a trap laid by time. I slipped like a grain of sand does into a whirlpool trapped in an hourglass. Before I knew it, the days stretched out longer than intended, my work extending itself like some...
