Short form today. Realizing that my ideas die with me still. Meaning they’re no good until I release them. Plus, they need daily nurturing with research. And writing. Of course.
Sometimes we fall apart. One by one. We take our respective turns and tumble over at imprecise, sloppy angles. As a family we have to pick each other up no matter how hard it is. That’s what families do.
There is a shortage of greatness in the world. I will not let an opportunity like that pass me by.