Till We Are

I really don’t know what to say except that I want to try.  I want to try and read more.  I want to write more.  I see friends that stick to it and do the work.  With time, I see their progress.  For whatever reason, I don’t.  It’s like the hardest part of anything is the middle portion.  On a run, it’s the middle part.  Starting is fine, the end is great, the middle I can easily loose hope.  Reading a book.  I always have trouble in the middle part, as if I were running up hill and desiring to tucker out.  I think I’m afraid of growth.  Growing into something beautiful.  Growing into something different.  Growing into myself with honesty and grace.