I can't seem to start working this semester. Every time I sit down with as much determination as I can muster, I feel it melting away. It almost feels like some part of me is quite intentionally shutting down any efforts to work or be productive. I'm trying to give myself grace and push into this struggle. It's hard to know if it should be honored or swept up and thrown into the light breeze. Each speck of dust a fear, a bit of anger, some clouds of remorse, feathers of exhaustion. Can they be released so easily? I wonder.