The hardest part about finishing a story worth publishing is recreating it over and over again.
The hardest part about the creative process is working on something when I’m tired of molding it.
The hardest part about introspection is being self-aware when I’m watching time pass without fixing myself.
The hardest part about fixing my insides is knowing I must also change my outsides.
The hardest part about the above conundrum is it challenges One to enter the unknown.
The hardest part about the New Story is the fear you can’t bring.
The hardest part about walking through the valley of the shadow of death is when I do it without Spirit.
The hardest part about loving Spirit is nothing.
The hardest part about being needy is that I hate being needy.
The hardest part about hating being needy is that it compels me to withdrawal mentally and physically.
The hardest part about being depressed is getting the deep rest required to heal.
The hardest part about getting deep rest is slowing down the mind and grind.
The hardest part about healing is first choosing yourSelf.
The hardest part about the above choice is trusting your New Story–on and off the page.
The hardest part about the simulation is its trials and tribulations.
The hardest part about the New Story is its waiting game.
The hardest part is that it’s not about what you say, it’s what you do that proves you.
The hardest part about wanting to impress someone is not wanting to want to impress anyone.
The hardest part about wifey and me remembering the same scene differently is wondering how often we’re multi-dimensional.
The hardest part about synchronizing memories is remembering time isn’t linear.
The hardest part is about wifey remembering that snap of reality different than me was accepting it really happened.
The hardest part about yesterday’s full moon was watching my daughter cry after we couldn’t stop her cat from killing a wild bunny.
The hardest part about watching the news is realizing it’s mostly twisted truths.
The hardest part is the counterinsurgency required to retake my divine domain.
The hardest part about loving you is that I also love solitude.
The hardest part about helping you see the New Story is getting you to actually write it.
The hardest part about blogging is knowing when to finish a post.