But most times I love to write in that moment when my fingers cannot fly fast enough, or my wrist grows sore from my scratching down journal entries and letters that never get sent. There is painful indentation that inevitably sinks into my pointer finger and thumb, and my shoulders grow tight from eagerly bending over the keyboard. The pain is deliciously worth it when I can produce something so naturally and happily.
At this moment I should be working on outlines for potential "short answers" on my Lit final. I need to get an "A" and I honestly think I can. If I try. If I honestly try.
Apply to anything and everything:
Goal: Try.
Goal 2: Don't be afraid to fail.
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