In the beginning my foolish heart believed I could do it. Emerging renewed from its protective cocoon, it fluttered with euphoric anticipation, breathing in the fleeting scents of hope and possibilities.
Thirty one days.....so much time, I thought... to build courage, find my voice, and figure out what I wanted to say.
With inordinate optimism I stacked one promise on top of another.
I’ll to let loose, I'll take risks, I'll be brave.
Now, haunted by the numerous words left unwritten. I scan through my posts with a silent sense of urgency; searching for traces of the promises that elude my critical eye.
I think not!
Instead, I'll attribute it to zeal, and the fact that
thirty one days not so much time, after all.