This writing won’t be perfect, but that’s not the point. Like a river that flows, unceasing and fluid, this pen shall never tire — never spill its last drop of ink.
There’s always another story to tell, a blanket to be woven, a building to be constructed. Today, I lay the foundation for a vivid, colorful tale to be told tomorrow — characters maturing, plots unraveling, drama building.
I show up at the notebook, eager and insistent to tell a story that only I can tell. Fear is an illusion. Surround it with the fury of an indignant middle linebacker on 4th down. Massacre it with the rage of a valiant dragon slayer. Drown it with the incessant pull of a riptide, continually pounding against the shore. Never let fear dictate your days.
Until next time,