You probably have no idea how close I was to giving up. Seriously. Sometimes all the new-year-resolution-I’m-going-to-do-it-this-way-this-year talk backfires on me. It’s my stubborn streak, I know.
You’ve got to do it for the right reasons, that little voice kept whispering to me. Tell your stories. Use your voice. Share your words.
Sigh. Here she comes again. She’s like a two-year-old, always right in the middle of everything.
But why? my own little voice responded. Can’t you hear the defeat in my voice? What’s the point? It’s not like anyone is listening. I think I’m done.
That little voice never goes away. Who is she, anyway? Sometimes I wish she would dissolve into little snowflake shards, and leave me alone. Fizzle out. Melt away.
Does she talk to everyone this way?
And then just like that, the Universe responded. Shivers trickle down my spine. Seriously?
Thank you, she said one morning. I love reading your words. They make me smile. How do you do all that?
I wonder if my expression gave me away. Did she really know what I was thinking, how close I was?
Persistence. That’s who she is, anyway.
January prompt-a-day from write.alm – today’s prompt is persistence.