Stick To It
What I want to write about seems to be there. Waiting eagerly to be written about. Through the bushes, in the distance. It’s there, I know it. I don’t see it, in the literal sense but I feel it, in the un-quantifiable sense. It’s there, like the anticipation and excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. Percolating. I feel like I’m slowly but surely getting thru the shrubbery. The obstacles seem to be fading albeit at a very sluggish pace. Step by step. Slow and steady wins the race.
~ Tuesday 09.03.13 @ 12:22am