Today’s prompt is this: What unfinished projects from 2014 am you willing to release now? (Regret not required.) Prompt courtesy of Max Daniels.

I’ve been thinking about this prompt since I read it yesterday. I wrote something not long ago that feels like what I should share here, and I’ve turned over ideas in my head as I’ve gone about my day, but I hesitated to actually sit down and write.

Truth is, I didn’t start much in 2014. What I did start has already ended, whether I wanted it to or not. Chalk the painfully obvious lack of mojo up to the wasteland of breakups and anything-but-closure and second guessing and sleepless nights. 2014 has been the equivalent of trying to run under water: exaggerated gestures with precious little return. Exhausting.

Maybe it’s time to get out of the pool. Dry myself off. Sleep. Look at fewer screens and read more books. Drink water. Drink wine. Write, even when I feel like my words are tedious, at best. Drag myself out for dinner or coffee or to take a walk, just because. Perhaps the only thing I truly need to release is expectation: that things will be easy, or worth it, or that I should be somewhere–someone–else after all the running.