There is seldom a flutter of thanks—-rarely does anyone come to me saying, “Splendid!”
Yet, the day continues, operated by a calendar.
The lack of thanks does not make me anxiouz, but I continue on my journey because I signed up—to create. Create something out of thin air, something out of my figment of imagination.
But there are moments where I am vulnerable, alone. In those moments, I look for a post-it where it says, “Continue and Persist.”
Thanks for creating this. I’ll wait for this. Maybe someone, someday.
There is seldom a flutter of thanks—-rarely does anyone come to me saying, “Splendid!”
Yet, the day continues, operated by a calendar.
The lack of thanks does not make me anxiouz, but I continue on my journey because I signed up—to create. Create something out of thin air, something out of my figment of imagination.
But there are moments where I am vulnerable, alone. In those moments, I look for a post-it where it says, “Continue and Persist.”
Thanks for creating this. I’ll wait for this. Maybe someone, someday.