I have been working on a written piece on and off for about a year now. I’ve rewritten this thing so many times, it is giving me flash backs to a rhetoric class I took where my professor made us write the same paper over and over and over again, the entire semester. And to top it off, the book we were basing our essay on, didn’t have any words! The entire semester felt like torture and that’s how I’m starting to feel about this draft.

It is slipping away from its original version so much, and I’m not sure I like it much anymore. And maybe I just kind of want to throw it away…again. Often in life, it’s hard to know when to stop and recalculate where we are, where we want to be, and if what we are doing is getting us closer or farther away.

I love that words can so easily be deleted and rewritten. And like the pictures I’ve shared, every version has its own love to offer. I’m going to get back to writing, and I hope the next draft inspires me. Have an amazing weekend, full of warm coffee cups and hugs from a loved one.

XO