patience

Dear Muse, mother of lights,

Thank you for not giving us success before now. We’d have thought we had the golden touch and probably ended up in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. 

Thank you for withholding the bigger royalty checks. We’d have gotten too comfortable too quickly and wouldn’t have had given the ordinary things of life enough focus.

Thank you for letting us play at starving artist without actually having to starve. Even when we had to cut corners, we didn’t have to cut all of them.

And even though we’d like all those things now—well, thank you the gift of patience, for always leaving meat on the bone for our future selves.

Thank you. Let’s have a great day.