after the rain
the fresh
wet soil —
rich
fertile
teeming with hope
waits
ready
after the rain
the fresh
wet soil —
rich
fertile
teeming with hope
waits
ready
I ran across this project in my Twitter feed this morning and thought I could be up to the challenge: in a nutshell, do something for 100 consecutive days.
You can read about the project, and the folks behind it, Elle Luna and The Great Discontent, HERE.
For my part, I need to commit to a project. Easy. I want to write one poem a day for the next 99 days. I’m sure a few will be good. I expect most to be, if not awful, then probably so-so. I can live with that, especially if out of the batch I can have some work to revise, rework, and repurpose.
I’m looking forward to the freedom of creating without having to worry about quality. I’m going to trust the process, and trust myself. My favorite piece of this?
Stop doubting. Start doing.