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.
Broken promises?
I think not!
Instead, I'll attribute it to zeal, and the fact that
thirty one days not so much time, after all.
It's true - 31 days is NOT that long after all! I have enjoyed reading your slices, Darlene! You are a gifted writer!!!!
ReplyDeleteTime does fly. I agree, as you've stated to eloquently, "I scan through my posts with a silent sense of urgency; searching for traces of the promises that elude my critical eye," there is that feeling that I had so much more to say, so many more topics to write about, more depth to discover... and then, you've prompted me to consider, how is that a problem exactly? :) What a great, "dilemma," to possess. It's never going to be, "just right," that's what keeps us writing. Loved reading your words this past month. Let's get together for that lunch.
ReplyDeleteI so missed not being able to see you everyday and talk about your posts. You helped get me through a long and isolated leave over here lady!
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