The stakes get higher and higher with each crazy idea I pull out of the compost. All that fertilizer is bound to make an impact one of these days. Close, ever so close, to finding out which happy ending goes where. I've definitely lost my patience with second guesses and third strikes. The time is now to banish fear. Shoo away with a stiff backhand the doubt that shouts: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S DONE!
Sit down. Relax. Just watch me now.
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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