Glow by Lady E

I never looked twice at pens.  They’re just pens. If they’re cute, they go into the basket.  Little details that made me smile at first glance? Yes, that’s coming home with me.  I used to choose like that. Based on how something looked. How it felt in the moment. How easy it was to say yes. And for a while, it seemed fine. Until I started using them. Ink that skips. Lines that break. Pens that hesitate mid-thought. Small interruptions. But constant. At first, I ignored it. I told myself— it still works. I can adjust. I can press harder. Write slower. Shake the pen and try again. Draw circles until I filled up a whole page. But something shifted. Because I realized… it wasn’t just about the pen. It was about what I was willing to tolerate. Tiny frictions. Quiet interruptions. Things that didn’t quite meet me… but I kept anyway. Not because they were good. But because they were already there. And the cost? Not obvious. Just a subtle loss of flow. A pause where there should ...