I see a few passionate words appear over my hand sometimes but still I am alone The wind taps on the windows but there are no knocks upon the door No glow or buzz leaping from the phone No pop up box to chat or ding to say it- “You’ve got mail” Which explains...
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Tonight after a good but laborious day at work, I came home and decided I had better keep on the project. Resistance tries to steer you away from creativity, Pressfield says. I sense that strongly now, and as I try to listen to my interests and intentions, I am also trying to hear Pressfield...
Read more →Soon shall come the day when every light goes out, when golden leaves quit falling, and lark and jay shall fail to sing. The water will not break against the rocks, the sun will finally surrender, and the moon will hide from sight. Alto and soprano will all be silenced, every lip will be...
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