There were times where nearly every fibre in my body wanted to stab the paper with an angry period and slam the cover closed.
I don't know what else to say, other than putting thoughts down like this can help me release the tension and muddled chaos.
Because filling a leaky bucket will eventually fix the hole, right?
He confided that sometimes he scared himself silly by pushing his own limits and finding the wall he thought was there was just paper and not brick.
In those times of disappointment, I want to remind you of something very important. You have that next breath. And every breath is a second chance.