Output

So like, I'm not sure how I'll tie the title into the theme, which is sacrifice. How 'bout I consider the not knowing a sacrifice and then as the spaces magically fill themselves in, I say "see?" Because that's the basis of creativity as far as I'm concerned, on all levels, especially the magical.

Sacrifice of input is what I'm actually putting on my own altar, and you? No more soap operas, permanently curing that addiction, leaving writing my only course of creation, along with my faith in those empty spaces. It's worked before, it always works, just see.

I feel like a pilgrim, perhaps the kind landing on foreign shores, but more likely the ones that bear faith while putting one foot in front of the other. There MUST be berry trees around here somewhere, I'm starving. Plus, these other people to feed, see?

Input restriction doesn't have much to do with output, or does it? That's the bet, the gamble, the faith walk I'm taking, my output is writing and seeing. Others have other skills, you see what I'm meaning? Wouldn't want to defy fate by defining those other skills, inhibits creativity.

Not that that's the whole reason, just something sacrifice might breed. We'll see. Or, I won't, because I'll be devotedly focused on disciplined dedication to my principles which means sacrifice, with self-assurance that God still sees what I need.