I’m really feeling it for this post, because this is piece #165 (meaning that I’ve written consecutively for 165 days).
It’s only been a handful of months but I can see myself finding my voice with each slow, painful, passing day.
I’m restricted by time, as in I can’t fast forward a year from now and write like as if I were on day 530.
I just have to write like I’m on day 165.
There’s no pretending, and there’s no shortcut.
In the greatest way possible, it’s fair because it’s self-generated and can’t be stolen.