This Easter weekend, I went to the sea.
A soft blue egg in my pocket.
A sketchbook in hand.
And a quiet ache I couldn’t quite name.
I let the wind clear my mind,
and my pencil find its own rhythm.
And in that space, I noticed it again:
The old tug of “not enough.”
The push to keep producing.
The silent pressure that never quit…
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