I didn't think I'd make it this far. I never thought I could make that 15 minutes for me to write. Even when I've struggled over the last few weeks, I'm still trying. My life has been a complete disaster over the last 8-12 months. I've lost a lot and had to come to terms with a new normal. And while it's been a struggle, I've also learned that I have control over more then I thought. And my writing is one of those things. I never let anyone take it away from me when I was a kid, I'd hide under my covers with a flash light and scribble my heart out. So why would I think to let anyone wrestle it away from me now? I won't let even my own fears and self doubt sabotage me. It doesn't have to be good or perfect because it's a part of me and I'm not always good (and in no way am I perfect!). So keep writing. Keep dreaming. Just keep going. Because someday you will be really glad you did.