Inconsistency is something I have been battling lately. I give too much power to my mind to wreak havoc with its lazy and destructive patterns. Control is what I seek and the more I seek it, the more it evades me.
The next step in my development would be to capture consistency in my writing and to make it as second nature as brushing my teeth, the morning cup of coffee or the feeling of a foreign language becoming familiar.
Anxiety seems to divide me into fragments I can’t seem to pull together. Almost as if I am being pulled into different directions and because of which, at the end of the day, I reach nowhere at all.
Today won’t be that day. Today I will be whoever I want to be.
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