I don’t have anything exciting to say.
Not every day is exciting. If it was, exciting wouldn’t exist. And every moment doesn’t have to be wonderful.
Just a few moments, just a few days.
Those moments, those days are that way because you made it there. You trudged through the hard days, the days when you didn’t think you were good enough; that you’ve ever been good enough.
But you can.
Know how I know?
Because you’ve lived through your share of exciting days and you got there by getting through the bad ones.
I just wish you knew that.
Mary's One Hundred 