Went on my first bike ride of the season, just now, and I feel fabulous. Well. Directly after I felt like I might die. Now I feel fabulous. 

It's cold today, the wind chapped my knuckles and my nose is still a little chilled. But there was sun, there's no snow on the ground, and I could bike in just a sweatshirt and jeans.

Little steps forward, but steps nonetheless. I keep hoping and hoping for spring.

I've been submitting here and there, and I intend to be doing a lot more of it in the future. It feels strange to say, but I almost am looking forward to rejection letters. Directly after, I feel like I might die. But then I feel fabulous.

Because, see, to me they're like receipts. Proof positive that at the very least, I've been trying. When the winter comes and the days are short, it's the easiest thing in the world to just give up. In the spring I can collect emails and letters that say "no, sorry" with something close to a positive attitude. Because I'm alive, at least, and moving.