
I can easily spot the really poetic, beautiful passages - definite keepers. But then, inevitably, pages and pages of mistakes. Really painful, awful, obvious, ugly mistakes.
And then I realize, it's impossible. I can't revise my life like I would a written narrative. All I can do is read it for what it was, learn from it and move on to the next piece.
Try to write the best next chapter that I can.
this is a beautiful entry, tabby! thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteand i think it's through our so called-mistakes, that we actually live! that's what i'm learning...not to sweat the small stuff! i miss you!!!!