I am studying today. It is a slog, which is an Australian term meaning ‘difficult and plodding process testing one’s patience’. Or something like that.

Some skies from 2022.

I love this stuff, it’s like catnip to me. It is romantic and engaging. It inspires action, but I always run into difficulties. I tend to freeze when I take up the pen.

My mind gets stiff, loses its elasticity. I try, but it is not easy to journal. It all seems so mundane. But I persist. More or less.