SOL #31
March 32, 09
Last
It was my last Slice Of Life for school. I wanted to continue this routine for ever! But it wouldn't count in school. I stared at my SOL #30, my master piece. A smile spread accross my face.
"This won't be my last." I encuraged. I wouldn't let all this work fade away, I just couldn't. this was now part of my life. It won't be my last, I thought. This was just one of the thouseands I would do. I had a new goal, I wouldn't stop at thirty, I would make it to 100! One-hundred Slices OF Life! I would make it!
It didn't matter if I had to write for 70 more days. I would write, and after that, 200. And then 300, and so on. Just 15 minutes of everyday. I won't be that last one, I thought. And it wasn't.
It was my last Slice Of Life for school. I wanted to continue this routine for ever! But it wouldn't count in school. I stared at my SOL #30, my master piece. A smile spread accross my face.
"This won't be my last." I encuraged. I wouldn't let all this work fade away, I just couldn't. this was now part of my life. It won't be my last, I thought. This was just one of the thouseands I would do. I had a new goal, I wouldn't stop at thirty, I would make it to 100! One-hundred Slices OF Life! I would make it!
It didn't matter if I had to write for 70 more days. I would write, and after that, 200. And then 300, and so on. Just 15 minutes of everyday. I won't be that last one, I thought. And it wasn't.
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