I just reread this letter I wrote to myself a year ago.
It’s been a while
It feels like an age since I’ve last really written to you. Tuned into it. You’re worth it Eliza. The world a’spins. Life a’spins. Your mind a’spins. What does a’spins mean, exactly? Spinning, spinning, spinning, round and round without stop. Continue reading “Letter to myself: 25th March ’18”