In the overcast skies this morning, I take a breath and soak it all in. I’ve had to reset for a bit. Writing has saved me yet frustrated me. I never stopped, but I lost my fire. I lost my joy. I had to go back to square one. The teenage me who reveled in the written word. I won’t be Vonnegut or Tolstoy, but I can be me. I’ve had to be honest. I’ve had to ask myself why I write.
Once I started to answer that question, could I find my footing. It’s been an interesting time. Is my joy totally back? Not yet. Is my confidence back? No. I continue to push ahead until I find it. Keep moving. Keep going. I refuse to let my mind tell me I’m not good enough.
God
As I journey on
Give me joy
Give me peace
Even if
This is
Where my
Success remains
I want more
But I
Want Your
Will
Most of all
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