Hello everyone,
I’ve got a chesty cough, or potentially a chest infection, and also dealing with the post-event fatigue that comes after I do things publicly these days.
Events take such a toll on me. Not just the preparation, bearing my innards on stage, but also the relief when it goes well. But then there’s the travel and the sheer number of people I’m just not used to these days.
Today, while I’m resting, I want you to write a poem from that space too.
What’s outside your window?
What is your body feeling?
What do you dream of when you can’t get up?
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