I’ve been away for a few weeks, but I’ve missed writing. I am still — and now even more — a believer in myself and my abilities. I’ve thought over so much these last few weeks, and I’ve come to the point of this: I must write.
It does something for me. It allows me to think on paper. Though I have many plans, goals, and things lined up, I will always make time for a session.
I’ve worked 8 hours. I’ve studied for an hour and a half. It’s 8pm and I still haven’t cooked dinner, but this is more important to me. I feel it. I miss it. I can do this, and I want to.
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December 5th, 2025.
I was doubtful of myself — you could even say somewhat unsure. But here, now, I am focused. Eager to let my thoughts flow and paint a new canvas.
My discipline has brought me a long way. Repetition has instilled in me great faith. Every day I see the results of my persistent, organized plans, and every day something more develops and unfolds.
I am a writer. Not aspiring like I was in November — but I am.
I have goals and many plans. Momentum is pushing me, and it’s a wonderful push. No longer do I need motivation or inspiration — it’s naturally here. I do the things — the hard things, the easy things — almost automatically now.
I manage myself better. I have control over my thoughts, and I practice mindfulness throughout my day. I am positive in my actions and my thoughts. My self-talk is encouraging and kind. I smile more when I walk down the street.
I have worked and worked on myself almost night and day, and this is only the beginning. But I’ve come a long, long way.
I can do it, and it’s not fluff. No — I believe. Mr. Hill said it best:
“What the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve”.
Fragments continue.