It's been a few days. I've gone places and had hands and hugs. I've talked and listened. And I realized I thought this would actually be easy. I've gone and done a lot of things and it takes work and endurance to do these things, time, patience, pace, and a line. But it also that's work. I need to work to make this work. I need to work harder for it to be worth it. And it needs to be hard for it, I think, to mean something more than just what anyone can do. It's scary at times, and not always fun, but it is what I want to do. My goal and I want to complete that goal. So I will work harder. And stop trying!
