An ode to my winter heart.

[sharp inhale] I don't know, friends. It felt like January lasted for three months. My hands are stained green with chlorophyll, compensating for the lack of colour outside, inside, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. When I'm stuck mentally I move physically; so I move .. a lot. I'm homesick and want to travel, restless and tired. And still, it's all good. I try to keep the perspective I've gathered from the last winters and the depression that followed me for years. I strive to shape my body and mind as an ode to my winter heart. It's a bad week, not a bad life.

Really, it's not necessarily even bad.
Growth has never been comfortable.