I believe in flying pigs. I believe in starting over, jumping on the bed, and reaching. For anything really. A good stretch is always worth the effort.
Just over a year ago I started the first Penny Jar blog as a means to an end, an end that looks so far in the distance I’m doubting my arms can stretch that far. Still the writing practice and reflection are doing something, like a set of push-ups and a round of squats, I can see differences just eking their way out.
And like any new exercise regime, there are bruises, pains and scrapes.
I am persistent in my wants, just ask my husband.
So what I want is this–to believe in myself as much as everyone else seems to. To work through the burn. To keep the words coming, even on days when they feel lodged in some blocked up crevice of my mind, days exactly like today.
I want success and dammit I’m going to have some!