A Matter of Perspective
It just sits there. A log washed up on shore. Impossible to move.
Huge from any angle. Looking more closely I see more character.
Openings. A way through.
Just choose the path.
Look past the immediate to see the mosaic beyond.
A post written in frustration over a paper I'm working on. Political Science is NOT my thing (and taken only to fulfill a requirement.)
Little by little. Word by word, or, as Anne Lamott says, Bird by Bird.
Back to my Word document.