At I, April 9, 2016
I returned to the park to write. I sat in my station wagon, in the back seat that faces out. The window was flipped open but I was parked into the wind so the rain coming down didn’t enter through the window. It was nice to be in the quiet with the only sounds of nature.
I can’t say it was any easier to write today but this process is like holding a mirror up to my life. When nothing seems right, still I trust that I am where I need to be, learning through the unsuccessful phases. And with that statement, it really redefines ‘unsuccessful’ as success.
It is looking at the reflected image and not being afraid to see it no matter what it may be.