I just said “ouch” out loud as I cut 500 words from my latest article. It actually hurt.
I realize that I act as if my words have never been said before, a virtual impossibility in a world with 7 billion of us. (I attach to words as if they are my personal, original creation.)
Silly, human thoughts.
I am not a creator, just a channel for my unbelievably powerful subconscious, that knows exactly where it all comes from. I’m just a humble, imperfect, noisy receiver.
Thank you brilliant brains everywhere, for reassuring mine: all is well.
I don’t need to say it (or that). Someone already did. Someone else will.
I am not all that, after all. (thank goodness!)
all is, has been, and will be, well
crazy good wednesday, isn’t it?
“he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add,
but when there is nothing left to take away.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery