A couple nights ago a friend texted me a picture of her notebook—the date of the last time she wrote (January 26th) and then the current date underneath. She said, “sometimes it takes a month to come back to writing.” I sent raised hand and salsa dancing emojis (of course) and then “it’s the coming back that counts.” As soon as I wrote those words, I knew they were for me just as much as they were for her.

Tell me if this sounds familiar.

You say you're going to write/go for a walk/declutter your closet/grade papers/start that project/make dinner/do that scary-exciting thing, but when the time comes you talk yourself out of it because you’re tired/pissed off/stressed/overwhelmed/the moon is in retrograde/etc.