HiveComb

‎It past 1:00 AM here as I sit down with my arms akimbo, starring at the walls of my room and thought of what I would ever become gripped me. I have tried so many things in life that didn't go well which  made me think what exactly i would ever succeed at.

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‎But guess what? I found my revived hope In writing. I had laid off writing for a while now. Being a perfectionist didn't help either as I love being perfect at what I do and when i don't get things done properly, it get a troll on me.
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‎But then, I realized I can't wake up and suddenly become perfect no matter how much I crave perfection, I must start with a little step that will introduce me to another step where mastery can be achieved as growth is a gradual process and yes, I'm willing to start again.
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‎Back to writing , I took few courses
‎In copywriting which I am going to put into practice by starting slowly and overlying the weight of being perfect.
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‎Amidst all of this reflection, I remembered how I had always love writing even as a child, I found joy and comfort writing. And i told myself It is too late for me to give up now.
‎This is a revived hope for me in continuing what I have always started and keep growing my passion in it.
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‎Right now, I pray for consistency in this revived hope of mine, never to get tired and busy to stay committed to the work .

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