The writing residency for 2024 was accepted, only to freak out and kick the can down the road to 2025. Unfortunately, I found out that they were trying to reach me on the day that I was trying to come home from Greece, and thanks to not responding, my residency spot was opened up to other writers. So just feeling really lousy about myself and my lack of decision, which led to the rest of this piece. It's my inner critic, inner sepitur, in full effect