Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Even our darkest self-appointed cynic.

September 13, 2016

 

It's not the moment, really, that you achieve the thing (whatever the thing is). 

 

No. The moment, the one you work for, the one you assume will never arrive, is the moment that inner critic, that dark middle-of-the-night cynic, finally shuts the hell up.

 

It's the moment when that darkness is so blinded by the light of this new reality that it bows, graciously admits defeat, turns on its well-appointed heel, and (finally) leaves the building. 

 

 

 

 

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