Write Down Your Wins

 From my personal journal on April 15, 2024:

If clouds of doubt blow into your mind, pushed by a cultivated atmosphere of doing more and churning through tasks the way a full-speed train chews up miles every minute for hours on end, your journal may well be the sunbeam that breaks through, spotlighting what you did finish, the progress you achieved, the relationships that are showing signs of exciting shifts. 

Delivered (a poem)

The pastor laid grief on my porch 

But there wasn't a corpse, 

Nor ashes, nor urn, nor candle to burn.