Stick To It

What I want to write about seems to be there.  Waiting eagerly to be written about.  Through the bushes, in the distance.  It’s there, I know it.  I don’t see it, in the literal sense but I feel it, in the un-quantifiable sense.  It’s there, like the anticipation and excitement of a kid on Christmas morning.  Percolating.  I feel like I’m slowly but surely getting thru the shrubbery.  The obstacles seem to be fading albeit at a very sluggish pace.  Step by step.  Slow and steady wins the race.

~ Tuesday 09.03.13 @ 12:22am