Tell Me How You Really Feel: 15

I woke up this morning feeling slightly dejected. Bumps and potholes dot the writing road, and I wonder--daily--why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm not complaining...I'm taking on this quest willingly and I have a supportive team. But I often think about all the other ways I could be spending my time...

And then, as I am wont to do, I check on a few of my friends...see what they have been up to while I've been sleeping. Low and behold (my old bio professor used to say that, in every class), a friend posts a little reminder. 

When I write, I feel the most full. In many ways.