My two year old is counting in another room. Up to 11 then skips to 17, 18, 19 and 20. If I try to help him, he says “mama, no no no.”

He reminds me how often I prefer to teach myself. I take in information and try to learn new things without anyone else’s help. Sometimes it’s nice to get an outsider’s opinion but I’m primarily self-motivated.

I’ll use that to my advantage. In no time, Marsh that he’s missing a few numbers, and he’ll secretly add them to his vocabulary. Meanwhile, as I organize my old writing files. I’ll patch up the holes. Get rid of the dirt. And send my writing back out into the world.

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