wishing and then working for it

I wish I was playing the harp at this event in Golden.  but wishing isn’t going to make it happen. Working for it is. I want my own space to grow and reach. Reach for those harp strings, reach for the heavens.  a man’s reach must exceed his grasp or what’s a heaven for.

 

Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp — or what’s a heaven for?”  Robert Browning

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