The hope reflected in the goals I wrote onto the large panel of Bristol board and posted on the inside of my bedroom door after the meeting with other writers sat waiting to be acted on; I authored the board and I’m the one who looks at it, so the responsibility to fulfill the hope behind the words can only be mine. That’s good to have cleared up. The faith to keep on going with those goals is improving with the doing. Stuff of the ethereal plane can’t move on its own, and if it does, the formless cannot make itself be seen, can’t get there without me. Stilled life that waits on a physical mind to be sparked into life.