This truth disappoints me, but I'm slowly learning the kind of project at which I can excel with minimal frustration.
Even so, I'm also starting to think putting my hand to something again and again over a longer period of time may be worth it in some cases. The trouble is twofold: 1) how to know when and 2) having the discipline to trudge on when the gratification is less than instant. I pretty much suck at follow through.
Before me lies, right now, a very obvious turning point. The beginning of the after and end of the before. There are two cords of great importance -- my life's work, to be sure -- waiting to be braided together into what will be my future. They lay long and straight up ahead, beckoning. My move.
I have been frozen. The project is too large. I suck at crafting anything worthwhile, anything that takes every day. I have not been successful at this. To be suddenly aware that my daily choices will carve this outcome whether I like it or not has me heading for the hills.
I am frozen, but... Icicles melt a drip at a time. There is a slow thaw.
Drop by drop a puddle is forming in which I can see my wavy, rippled reflection.
Failed crafter, life carver.
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I feel this to the ninth power, friend. For myself and for you. Get started, sister! I'm ready to read your words written and perfectly bound together in a sweet book that God called you to be the author of.
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