"Have the courage to write badly."
Right now, I need to feel courageous. So this seems like a good place to start.
I'm exhausted in a way that no amount of sleep could possibly resolve. And tonight, I'm suddenly alone.
I don't know if I've ever stayed in a hotel alone before. Hostels? Sure. Hotel rooms? Yes. But all alone, in a hotel with no co-worker/friend/relative in the next room over? I'm not too sure.
And yet, it feels suspiciously familiar, like I've done it a dozen times before. I'm here on business, the first night of a four-night journey. (It sounds so official, doesn't it? "Here on business." I wish I had the wardrobe to match that statement. I could leave or take the actual lifestyle, though.) Kingston today, Ottawa tomorrow, Montréal on Saturday, unemployment on Sunday.
Life is rough lately. But all it needs is time. And a little bit of courage I suppose, even if it's just the courage to write badly.