The Grind Is On: Hope or Despair?

This past weekend into today, kind of brutal. Funny though, all I’ve been thinking about is how I can mold a future I want to live. What that even means, a future I want to live. I’m not blind to the challenges ahead on the road, but I am not deterred by them, rather they are becoming fuel. No longer laying on the mat, or sitting in a dark room questioning myself, it just makes it burn hotter.

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The future I want to live is in hot sunshine, salt water breezes, loyal companionship, and my creative waters plumbed to the depth and always trickling near empty. Not much else matters. I currently have one of those, the rest will come. Why? Because you are only stopped by yourself.

Working on getting my arm to be usable again started again. Got my writing out their circulating, that is such an inspiration to me. All you writers know, or most of you do, the fight to be read or taken seriously. Knowing that the possibility exists of each work one day finding its way off my hard drive, man, that is powerful.

Keeping my head up. The Grind is on. Hope abounds and despair is only allowed if I give up.

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