Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Here we are again.

Anxiety creeping in... I want nothing more in the world than to go back to bed and hide from another week.

I found this really old editorial that I had in a Harpers Bazaar magazine years ago... beautiful.

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