Remembering a Slow Sunday

It started, like most good things, almost by accident. Slowly, it stopped feeling like effort and started feeling like mine. It wasn’t always easy, and I won’t pretend that it was.

Looking back, it was the small moments that stayed with me. There were false starts, of course, and no shortage of doubt. These days I can’t quite imagine going back.

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