Thinking about the beginning, about how excited I was walking through the door, then to the middle of the road; where I thought it wouldn’t happen; I can safely say, now at the end, that it was worth it.  It was part of the bigger picture that I’m composing in my life.  It was easy, until it wasn’t, then it was rough, then crazy, then frustrating.  But then again, great things in life are never easy.  You need the rough spots to appreciate it fully when things turn smooth.  And in those interim moments, you just have to repeat a mantra.

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