I opened the same draft every day for a month (and sent nothing)

A month ago I stopped emailing you. Not on purpose. There was no clever pause, no strategy. I just told myself I'd get to it once I figured out the perfect next thing to send. And every day I didn't send anything, the bar for what I'd have to send got a little higher, until doing nothing felt safer than doing something imperfect. Yesterday it hit me what I'd actually been doing for a month: preparing. Which is a very flattering word for repeatedly opening a draft, staring at it, and then...