I was in a terrible state of mind today searching
for the first
few paragraphs of inspired words I’d wrote yesterday.
pouring over my
sticky notes, emails, and unpublished blog drafts. I couldn’t find them.
I figure I’d better start writing them again. I felt
but I persevered and forced myself to: forget about it.
In my mind I knew they weren’t
as good as the
ones. I shrugged my shoulder and said, oh well, and left it at that.
when I opened
up my phone notes—
There they were!
I compared the two drafts
the lost ones are what I needed. (I knew it all along)
Nothing can substitute one’s