Being on the edge is exciting. It’s a blood boiling feeling to know you’re about to achieve something you’ve always wanted.
But it doesn’t last long. And most times, it isn’t what it was cracked up to be.
These days, starting again fires adventure in my heart. Losing, trying, losing again, racking every spare hour, pouring all effort and still losing.
Then we go again. That’s the cusp. That’s my edge.
No good thing began 99% complete.