Feb. 07 ‘23

 I might never be the best writer.

I might never produce an award-winning musical.

I might be extraordinary,
and I might disrupt the industry,
but I might not.

So, when do I say, “I made it?”
Do I have to wait for my name to be echoed through a bookstore?
Can I quietly make it, without public recognition?

I am in that sweet spot of agony where I don’t have these answers.

I am both content yet ambitious.
I am both a dreamer and a realist. 
I am boht longing and shying away.

All I can say for now is that I’ll keep inching away
towards whatever’s ahead.

I’ll stumble and get back up,
I’ll get stuck then start again,

And I’ll keep doing the things
that challenge me and fuels me at the same time,
that allows me to be generous to others 
in whatever shape that would take.

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ps: a long and weird day.