I’ve been thinking about rhythm lately. Not the kind you hear in a song, but the kind you feel in a week. The small, stubborn commitment to sit down, even when the well feels dry. Even when the words come out crooked. Even when you’re not sure anyone’s listening.
That’s the path. Not flashy. Not fast. But true. jsdeacon
Just show up. Leave your phone in the other room. Make something terrible. Then make something slightly less terrible. I’ve been thinking about rhythm lately
