approach (n).

picI am a timid, bitty thing. I feel new and unversed, I feel unprepared, I feel granted without grace or ease. My legs are bruised and scraped with mud on my shirt and face. Why is it in this stumbling, strange way that I am to walk this? Why not with maps and charts? Why not with assurance and certainty? Why not with grandeur and poise?

Posted on December 12, 2012 and filed under the word project-.