Failure
A four letter word
I just read the most beautiful story. I went to write about it in my journal and it says to me: you need access or to sign back in- I never signed out. If my hands would tolerate it, I’d go back to strictly paper.
Have you ever felt like for something to work properly you have to make it yourself? Like, if I had a team of developers that could create exactly what I need and would just do what I say… everything would be at least a little less stressful.
Foundational I tell you. What a thought.
Please get all my photos onto this huge drive I bought that I cant use because my files wont transfer to it correctly. That’ll fix my Gmail account from its year long story of “you’ve reached 100% of your cloud storage, please pay for more or just create an unlimited number of emails that you will loose track of where what is…” but hey its free, so whose complaining?
Oh, was that me? Nah.
I had a list of pleases just yesterday. This seems to be the most prominent because the rest have fled.
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The beautiful story I read was about breathing.
It was about seeing the beauty we miss in life’s hectic little things that pile up and become giants in our path.
I cried- not unusual- because I see those beautiful things every day but always in passing.
I cried because it’s just.
How long is it just for though?
I get the “do or do not- there is no try” now.
At what point do you say, Hey, this is me. This is how I am. I do and I stop and I go and I go and I stop and… this is me. Trying to try while there are so many things to DO!
I didn’t just fail at transferring my stuff to this tera-dactyl drive, I FAILED- repeatedly.
SUCCESS!
