Growing something, anything, isn’t an exercise in patience, or even skill, but mind-numbing endurance. Yup, I said mind-numbing because the whole spark-coddle-nurture-pace-hope-believe-trust-plan arc lulls you brain into a false sense of security, and that’s when “they” get you. Chomp!
Gardeners out there – raise your trowels!
Writers out there – raise your aching hands!
Parents out there – raise those report cards!
Entrepreneurs out there – raise those…well…everything that comes in the mail.
What a wild ride, because we don’t control much of anything, or anyone, least of all, perhaps, ourselves. And yet, a gardener plants, a writer writes, a parent of a teenager…copes, we’ll say, and an entrepreneur was half a bubble off to begin with.
Writing is a garden, a business, a legacy, and compulsion, but know it’s the same for all of us – a marathon.
This is my experiment with making indoor planters out of gutters. So far, so good, but that’s kind of the trap, isn’t it?
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