Ought to be sleeping. Or getting ready to sleep. Had a major to-do today I didn’t accomplish.

Cowardice.

It makes for a restless night.

I have no idea why I fear it. Wait, I know.

- I might get humiliated.

- It may be an unfriendly environment.

- Fear of the unexpected. And the unknown.

For all my writings on seizing the day, I can’t seem to get past this. My ego can’t seem to accept being a newbie again.

All the fun is in the struggling. I know it. Yet I can’t seem to move. Is this normal? Or am I going insane?

I’m getting a little scared reading “Leaving Time”, because it is so relatable. Not the wall writing thing, that’s just plain creepy. But the .. need to be alone, the out of this world thoughts (of the GMM variety), it strikes a chord.