I’m finding it a little difficult to describe today. It’s funny because it seems as though I articulated myself much better when I had fewer ways of expressing myself.
Right now I’m wondering why I even titled this post “Till The Cows Come Home”, and my brain is doing too much darting up and down the place, and not doing enough focusing on order for me to figure out why! Either way at the very least I know enough to say it has something to do with the lengths I need to cross before I start to hear bells of congratulations I.E before I get solid results in my music career.
As simple as it is to say patience is a virtue, it’s really difficult to put it into practice when all you want is for your platform to reach a million site visits, or have thousands of active members for example.
Today I spent another day ticking my way through all the boring, uneventful, and thankless tasks that make my site look aesthetically pleasing as it currently does. The part that keeled me over for quite a while was the dawning reality that there’s plenty more of those thankless tasks where todays’ set came from, and at that point I just felt defeated.
It was at that point where I guess the title of this post came to mind, and the main point is the cows won’t come running home just because you’re exhausted. If you’ve still got miles to go, you’ve still got miles to go, and you won’t hear no fat lady singing until you’ve crossed that finished line.
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