I tend to be an impatient person, and I want things done yesterday. The flip side of my impatience is I have a deep-seated need and a wholehearted appreciation for finely crafted items oozing perfection that infiltrates everything surrounding it. The dichotomy reveals work thrown together in a slapdash manner struggles to attain the realms of a masterpiece. Those works require attention to detail, a knowing hand, patience, and time.
Our culture values speed, early completion, and packages that arrive before they leave their destinations. Maybe fast shouldn’t be the goal. Homeowners often select “fast-growing” trees so they can boast about a mature landscape. Those plantings don’t establish roots deep enough to weather storms, droughts, and plagues of locusts. The ones capable of surviving those challenges are the slow growers, who develop roots first, creating a foundational anchor for massive future growth.
My momentum is building slowly, like raindrops filling a bucket. Yesterday’s word total of 444 is slightly more than the previous day’s accumulation. Each day we grow a little more, setting a solid habit.
Did you write yesterday?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer