Day Thirteen. I’ve been in a daze for some time, never all there, kind of foggy. Going from a fixed schedule to freelance in the blink of an eye didn’t help, either. Today, though, I was with it.

I’m waking up, and I’m seeing a little clearer now. I’ve been talking to people who weren’t a part of my life in years, sometimes to great effect—an old friend I was recently reacquainted led me to a freelance gig that came at just the right moment.

Things aren’t black and white, and I’m coming to realize this.