I wish I was one of those people who charged at life with harmony, but I don’t. I doubt constantly, I give up all the time, and I let myself down regularly. But I cannot stay in those spaces where I do not care. I have to press on. I have to try again.
I believe that if I keep at it, I may not get good but I will be happy I could. I do not need to be beautiful, young and perfect. I just need to be me and that is enough. In the awkward, in the overload, in the 101 projects. I am that little girl who would get the wind knocked out of her because she would not stop.
I am the line the one I draw in the sands to align. She looks back at me and smiles. There you have been my darling friend. Let’s go play between the years that tear. Our pages will fade, but here this spot where we stand that is where we take the next shot.