Four Weeks: A Reckoning in Motion

Right now, I should probably feel something—excitement, fear, pride. But truthfully? I feel a little numb.

Maybe that’s just the survival part of me taking over. The part that kicks in when I’m close to the end of something big, something meaningful. I go into “keep going” mode. One task at a time. One deadline at a time. Emotion, I assume, will come later. Probably in the least convenient moment—the kind where it ambushes you mid-sentence or while folding laundry.

This release—Moons and Shadows—it’s not just a book going into the world.

It’s a piece of me that had to be earned, healed, fought for.