Well now.
I always thought this one would be more like a sucker punch, take the breath out of me for a while and then leave me feeling bitter. Not so much. It comes and goes, and when it comes I'll deal.
I'm not going to get myself down over the quality of my work. I pushed myself to create something new, something far exceeding my previous works, and something I loved whole-hearted. So fuck you for standing still.
Optimism is seeping through the cracks towards the ideas of a life less complicated. Turning the pages while the leaves change colors, and the wheels continue forward.
3 comments:
yes
I feel you.
Oui.
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