Right around my 80th work I had an inkling that this would happen; because it has before. Early mornings after prayer was spent gazing into my bathroom mirror, convincing myself that my growth had conquered my statistics that defined my history. I rested on the fact that I was breezing through a fantastic phase of creation; nurturing my own confidence while educating friends, associates, and enemies...en route to number 100. But the monsters again appeared. Procrastination emptied my stomach of substance while falsely satisfying my hunger. The dark images of yesteryear proved to be an overrated distraction; but still was an effective counterattack to the goal. And I sat in a disgusting but familiar state of incompleteness...mental sandbags tied around my legs, restraining my progress...resting on work 99.
