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Writing Prompt: wont.
I’m late with this. One week late, in fact. I struggled writing it.
I struggled because my wont is changing. The past few years have been a constant blur of change. I no longer remember ordinary.
I had this idea of writing about wont and compatibility. About taking people as they are with no expectation of real change. But I lost those thoughts.
I suppose I’ve been true to myself, in these last few exhausting weeks. I’ve shown up where I’d want to have been present.
I’m too exhausted to think about my wont. I’m too drained to think about yours. But I will. Just let me nap first.