Reached an acceptance - though probably closer to a resignation - that my "career" as a writer will (most likely) go nowhere. Unlike previous resignations to this, I'm good with it. Doesn't mean I'm giving up or quitting writing – to not write would be akin to not breathing for me – but rather that I'm going to keep doing what I do: show up each morning and write what feels right in the moment, release it, and let the chips fall where they may. Whatever happens happens; I'm going to focus on what I can control – namely, doing work that holds meaning for me and striving to always be moving forward with my craft. Beyond that, fuck it.