I didn’t write all weekend.
That sunk in last night, between alternating dream-reality consciousnesses. And I regret not writing, because writing is growing. Because writing is the best teacher I’ve ever studied under.
Writing Taught Me:
There are others better than you; their existence does not belittle your voice.
You will not get it right the first time. Or the second.
The joy is in the trying.
Dare to experiment.
Improvement can be a habit.
Your greatest triumph comes from your darkest insecurity–exploit yourself for your own sake.
Where there is vulnerability, there is bravery.
Mary's One Hundred 
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