Still a struggle. The words do not flow from my fingers in the urgency of expression; not even as a force of habit. Impeded by the formality of craft, my list of excuses grows long. I am hard on myself, but only because I'm lazy - seemingly in all things. Procrastination becomes the motivator. Some come out of the gate blazing, I break late. Sprint to the finish, my father always said. I never realized that it helps to run fast the rest of the time too.
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