I wish I was a writer. I wish I was creative and articulate at the same time. I wish I had the discipline to sit down and write, everyday, come what may. I wish I had the inspiration to write.
I wish I wasn’t so hard on myself. I wish I didn’t judge myself so much either. I wish I was bursting with ideas of changing the world, my home, my family all the time, so much so that I would not sleep at nights trying to figure out my next move.
I wish I would stop wishing and just shut up and do it already.
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