Finally rehaired the bow after months of putting it off

The rosin actually catches now — I'd forgotten that feeling, the way the hair should grip instead of slide. But what surprised me is the relief didn't settle anything. I think part of me kept the frayed hair because it felt honest, like decay was somehow more truthful than upkeep. Turns out it was just avoidance. Still, the restlessness is there, and I keep thinking about that quartet I turned down, and whether my hands will learn to trust themselves again one slow phrase at a time.