The days I’m not ready to write, the days I don’t feel like I have something to say, the days that I have to burn the midnight oil, the days I have to scramble….those are the days I’m doing the work.
What is the work, exactly? Many things, but partly it is earning the right to have the days when lightening strikes, the days full of great leaps forward, the days it comes easy.
This is how it is with everything: we do the hard work in between the peaks, we toil along, even when it isn’t pretty. And when we get to the top, the view sure is beautiful, all the more so when you can share it with people that matter (all of you)
So thank you for helping me do the work. I’m positive I wouldn’t do it without you.