It is harder than I thought, to show up every day and write. Hard when life gets in the way. But what is life about?
Now I am getting rid of the superfluous, of the things I do for no reason other than passing time or earning money. Will it get easier to show up once that is done? What will there be left to write about?
Not giving up.
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.” ~ Rumi