Letter to Myself

[scribblemyname]

There are times when a girl just gets tired of running. Between the mess that life tends to turn out to be and the fact that no one will let you go after your dreams if you let them stop you, sometimes it just feels like an abyss has opened up beneath you and swallowed your foot and your leg and as far up your side as it can go.

There are things that help. For me, cleanliness and order make a difference. Prioritizing makes a difference. Figuring out ways around the roadblocks other people give makes a difference. Sometimes it doesn't feel like enough, but there it is. Just keep putting one foot in front of another and you have to get somewhere.

So we keep on fighting. We keep on putting one word in front of another and another and another. We may be scared; we may be tired; but we're writers. We write.

I promise you, girl, you'll get there.

the scribbler

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