Weather, not a verdict

Recording this for the record.

Second plateau, and it is easier than the first, mostly because I have been here and come out the other side without doing anything clever.

Nothing. Eleven weeks of nothing. I know intellectually that nothing is not a failure, and I am finding that intellectual knowledge worth approximately nothing this evening.

Flat again. I have stopped looking, which is either healthy or avoidance and I genuinely cannot tell.

The plateau has been going on longer than the part before the plateau. That is an odd thing to sit with.

Ada said something in circle that has stayed with me: that a plateau is weather, not a verdict. I have written it on a card.

Reference on request.