I'm doing it again, taking in too much news. I know I shouldn't do it, know that it drives me down into despair, but somehow I don't notice myself doing it until I'm suddenly exhausted and immobilized in my disgust, fear, and rage. I need to pull myself out of this well, but once I'm down here, climbing toward the light is challenging. I'm signing off to ink a new fountain pen, sit with with my cat, and write a letter before putting myself to bed. In the morning, I will not open my news app as soon as I wake up. I'll try to remember that self care is resistance. Maybe I'll listen to Elis Regina on my way to work. It's March after all. Guard your hearts, lovely people.

São as águas de março fechando o verão

É a promessa de vida no teu coração.