Is everything that is broken, trash?
Whether success is in the future, or if it’s failure to come, I’m glad that I tried.
This year I wanted to keep challenging myself. After doodling on a sticky note, I spent a lunchbreak drawing that doodle. The feeling of accomplishment saw me through a rough day. She’s adorable, isn’t she!
Following that sketch, I submitted my first short story for a competition. I was on an amazing roll!
And then today happened, friends. Today happened. I’ve been staring at this page wondering what I’m supposed to write. Is anyone even going to care what I put down? Does it matter? Do I matter?
But good days or bad, I’m going to keep trying. And maybe, when I’m feeling a little stronger, I’ll be very proud that I did.