Because it must
“Drawist can surely a tree,” said Thalia. “And we look pretty good, too! I think she’s captured our essence.”
Nia plied her discerning eyes and gave them voice. “We’ll need some additional details and color… Do I look teeny-tiny? Or, does Thalia just look big with all of those cascading curls?”
“Off to a fine start,” said Calliope. “Now the trick will be to just stick with it — to keep Typist moving forward.”
Words from Typist:
Why is it so difficult to pick a project and go?
Is it because of all of those pesky thoughts whispering, You can’t… Not good enough… Nobody will care… It’s gonna flop… blah, blah, blah?
Or, is it the nettlesome thoughts sighing, I don’t know how… Too much work… Why don’t you weed the garden instead?
I read a question in The Wisdom of the Sands by Antoine de Saint-Exupery:
Have you ever seen a tree growing up and, once it is fully grown, preening itself on its achievement?
The tree grows because it must.
Effort is about evolution and growth, not the end result.
Tell me… How are you feeding your growth today?