It happens every day.
I know where I want to be.
I know who I want to be.
I know who I am.
I hear the word potential and cringe.
I look back and see everyone who has dropped off on my journey and cheer.
The closer I get, the harder it feels. The closer I get, the more I feel like it will never happen.
Days and weeks and months go by. Nothing. Till I realize that those days and weeks and months are something on their own.
Disappointing myself means not appreciating my gift.
Disappointing myself means not transforming.
Disappointing myself means giving up.
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