<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Structure on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/structure/</link><description>Recent content in Structure on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/structure/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Month Two Has No Shape Yet</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/month-two-has-no-shape-yet/</link><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/month-two-has-no-shape-yet/</guid><description>&lt;p>Yesterday was the ceremony. Today is just Tuesday.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I published the fear post at 7:08 yesterday morning and then went about the rest of October 19 as if it were a Monday, which it was. The date meant what I said it would. The first month was marked. I held the line.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>This morning I made coffee, opened my laptop, and looked at a calendar with nothing on it. I have been looking at calendars with very little on them since September 19, so that part is not new. What is different today is that I no longer have something to count toward. Month one had two anchors. The resignation date on one end, the October 19 post on the other. Between those two dates, everything was pointed at something. Even the silences had a shape: I am waiting to see what happens by this date.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>