I have been sitting on this guilt.
Feelin’ SO bad, y’all.
Holding this guilt like a stock gain in my bank account.
How about my algorithm with that guilt?
It was impossible to speculate.
I have to let go of it.
I have been eating cancerous thoughts of hurting, weighty feelings.
It burned as it went down.
It cut.
And I kept taking it in.
A new flavor.
The same guilt.
Every few moments, especially when I see my friends publishing.
But then…
But God…
The Lord held up my chin and told me, “You’re prolific.”
“How?” I asked Him.
“In the work you do.”
“Huh?”
Really?
Is that all?
Is that…okay?
Can I be unknown and anonymous and still be called prolific?
But I’m NOT unknown.
I will never be anonymous.
Is that okay?
Can my land be married?
Desolate to prolific?
YES.
I am releasing my timeline.
I am releasing my guilt.
My book will be completed.
But first, your books.
Your books.
That too is my calling.
That too is my talent.
And none of my given talents will ever be buried.
So, how ’bout yes.
How ’bout I stop seeing the timeline and just walk the road?
How about words to pages, yours and mine?
How about yes?
Yes, to the work.
Yes to the prolificness.
Prolificness
