*PRESENT DAY: 6th December, 2023*
*BACK TO THE PREVIOUS: January 31st, 2023*
Dear Reader,
"Just like that, January was coming to an end," I thought to myself, gazing at my achievements, only to find an empty shelf. The pressure weighed heavily, opportunities seemed to shrink, and I felt more confined. Despite gaining confidence, things should have felt different, yet nothing made sense. "God of the universe, I want to be a real poet before this year comes to an end," I whispered to myself.
I managed to navigate through each passing day from the 1st, and now it was the 31st of January. That, in itself, was an achievement, even if it didn't manifest visibly on shelves. I felt proud and harbored no regrets as the month of January neared its end. There remained ample time for other visible achievements; it was just the inception of the year. I made a daring bet, began to express, and released the worries residing in my head.
Something reassured me that 2023 wouldn't be another tough year. It told me it was okay to anticipate, and even though things weren't perfect, after God, I should trust myself. It eased my worries.
Dear Reader, January started off crazy, but in the end, I was at peace with myself.
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