On Sacred Almosts

Last week, I almost presented a final assessment. 

I almost hit the "accept" button on a very important offer. 

I almost collapsed from exhaustion. 

I almost wrote a poem about climbing the hill that caused my near-collapse. 

I almost decided I was no longer a writer, because what are writers good for?

I regret nothing. 

When people say "sleep on it", they're serious. Looking back on a situation with all the wisdom of your new self (which is a stupid thing to say, since selves are transient... but you know) is the best wisdom you'll ever get. 

My dreaded almosts curl around me  -- 

As should yours.

Thanks for reading my latest diary entry! I'm shoving this in the "Writing" section because it's not a proper diary entry anyway. 

-Lizard