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It's my second post on here.
If I posted the piece I wrote on Thursday, you would imagine I'm good at being productive, that I'm organized, and structured. No.

How misleading would it be if I wrote on how I manage to save my sanity while being successful?  I do not manage my sanity, God does.
During the past few days, I've spent a bit too much time in front of the computer, trying to finish some homework, and even make progress on those stories inside of my head. Then Yoda comes to me with words of wisdom - No! Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try. (The Empire Strikes Back)
 I have around ten tabs open at a time, usually. My sleeves are rolled up to my elbows, and my notes and pencils are neatly ordered to the left. I hear the "You must be so accomplished!" thing, and I'm not getting anything done.

 The whole thing has re-established the meaning of those words. What is there to accomplish? I hardly ever write checklists, but I should.
Aren't most people accomplished at one thing or another? Are the things we're good at, accomplishments, or gifts given by God? Do we accomplish things with the gifts God has given us?

 My answer for the last question is a definite yes.

 I want my greatest accomplishment to be when God says to me, "Well done, good and faithful servant." I want to be faithful, even with all the world throws at me, I want to glorify God in everything I do.

 Yet here I am, bending over, despising the thing I wrestle with, seemingly unable to accomplish anything in terms of writing. Concerned with the thought I'll never complete this, but I have before, felt this. Wise people have said not to give all attention away to your feelings, for they alter the state of your thinking.  I've felt too much today, stress, disappointment, loneliness...truthfully, I've avoided facing my giants. To stand up bravely, despite my feelings, would be glorying to God.
Writing is therapy, it's a battle waged by the mind, forced into action, and I don't desire to attack anyone who doesn't enjoy it. Really.

 Personally, I am compelled to kneel, pray, and to labor, I feel a panic that won't disparate if I ignore it. An accomplishment includes a struggle, and I've found mine.

 You could accomplish by holding on. - Salvaged Wreck
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