Rough draft.

I have so many rough drafts. Some might suggest that this is evidence of my creativity, my imagination, my optimistic and hopeful thinking. Others might say these are signs of failure, inability to finish what I start, lack of motivation, missing focus and endurance. I think in reality, this is proof of both scenarios. Just as we are all sinner and saint, we are all successful and not. To be human is to be a living, breathing, walking contradiction. It is why today this truth about myself is exhausting and I feel like I’m just existing, moving in my body until it can find its bed and sleep again tonight, and tomorrow this truth might lead me to feel like my potential is limitless, that when I enter a room, people will know who I am.