“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label jump the gun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jump the gun. Show all posts
Friday, September 7, 2018
Target practice
One of the most helpful things I have learned
(about myself) is my tendency to
Jump the Gun-
But I can't stand the thought of standing still
while others take aim
and bullets fly.
Image By Ronald N. Keam (awm.gov.au) Austrailian Women's Army Service, Queensland c. 1942 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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