Beginnings are hard.
No one cares about your plans,
begin, just begin.
Middles are harder.
Carry on carrying on
though no one watches.
Ends are hardest.
Knowing when to say ‘enough’,
rest, and start again.
The three hardest things,
beginning, middle, and end,
are all that matters.
#154
Linda Studley 
This poem pretty much sums up my ASL studies. Sometimes the ‘learning language” ground is sodden, sometimes parched, sometimes stony. I plow on.
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letting some things lie fallow is starting to look pretty good to me…
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