Day 2

Wake with fear, with the reminder of ends lurking in your early beginning, you wish for limitless time, thinking if your cup was overflowing you'd be able to relax, be able to work. It is still dark out when I rise, but while the coffee steeps, dawn paints the snowy mountaintops pink, dusts away the cobwebs of wispy clouds, the valley is so quiet you can hear your soul breathe and it reminds you of all that you already know, and here's the thing, everything worth pursuing is terrifying as hell. 

I take a deep breath, watch the sunrise turn to fire on the mountainside, feel all the pieces line up inside me. A little girl stands at the end of the cursor, trusting you to return.

The Universe doesn't simply grant you wishes. You make your dreams come true, and just humbly give the credit away. 

I gave her every reason to.