"So it's fare thee well my own true love,
We'll meet another day, another time.
It ain't the leavin'
That's a-grievin' me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind"
-Bob Dylan
As I embarked on this composing crusade, I told myself things like "you can go for it, but you'll never finish it....Attempt it, just know that thirty-one days of published content is about as likely as..."
And here I am. Day thirty-one and I'm just as shocked that I made it here as you are. I took this seriously: purchased a new laptop and built a blog two days before, seriously. And yet, contributing to a purpose, a discipline such as this, was more a gift to me. It lead me on a roadway back to myself, it pushed me to compose words again, and it motivated and inspired me on most days. Other days, I felt stuck, tired, unwilling... resisting the acceleration of the vehicle I was propelling towards my intention.
Conquering this fear and doubt has only made me challenge my thought process with other varying elements that have restrained me from striving for more.
It's farewell for now.
But only for now.
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