Combining drafts is more difficult than I thought. Merging thoughts sometimes don't merge as smoothly as you would think, particularly when they are from the same person on the same subject, but delivered at different points in a timeline.
And so the inner struggle continues to weave together, ever stronger, the lines between the lines within the lines. Sometimes I wonder if I am giving too much or too little all the time and all at once.
This is forever a struggle in all I do, and when it occurs in my work, I wonder where I am going to land.
I have felt so ahead and so behind in everything. I know this cannot make sense to the vast majority of you, but truly I am pushing and I am pulling simultaneously. And somehow, while I do this, I see my reflection working backward. This is a fun house of thoughts. I feel trapped and enlightened. I only hope I can remain this positive in the end.
And so it goes. And so it goes.
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