This has been an odd day. Not that Tuesdays aren't typically strange these days---now that they're the beginning of my work week---but today was all blank numbness and grey distance. No matter who I spoke with or what I did, I couldn't shake the sensation of being boxed inside my own reality, separate from everyone and everything around me.

Part of it was doubtless the overcast weather, but I think all the shifting tides in my life of late are conspiring to gather me up and drift me out to sea. I'm not unused to endings and beginnings, but this is one of the rare times they've occurred without my changing jobs, schools, or homes. So everything outwardly has remained the same: the transformation is all within. And while I feel I'm making progress, slowly taking shape from inside that grey stone slab, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself in the meantime.

Patience can't hurt, I suppose. And I'm going to try not to listen to the part of me that's sure I'll get stuck here, half-formed and helpless.

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