Twenty-five minutes ago these words didn’t exist. They weren’t here.
An hour ago, I was pacing across the kitchen floor, wondering if I should give it all in, call it quits. If I should give up.
Forty minutes ago, I didn’t know what to do. I was completely and totally on the fence, unsure which way I would fall.
Thirty-five minutes ago, I decided to sit down and just write something. Anything would be better than nothing.
Five minutes passed, and I started to type. Then I stopped. My cat nuzzled across my head and threatened to sit on my keyboard, deleting even the paltry words I’d typed so far.
Minutes passed, and thoughts raced through my mind: Am I good enough? Can I really do this? Do I even deserve to write.
And then more minutes passed, and I decided to just go for it. I could do this, if I only tried.
Twenty-five minutes ago, I typed an intro that would lead to this conclusion. I kept typing, resisting to tighten it up until later. I wrote something that looked like this, but before editing it, I thought, wait…
What better way to show up my inner perfectionist than just hitting publish now, and sending it out into the ether of the internet?
So naturally, I checked Facebook for fifteen minutes.
And then after finding a suitable image, I did a quick spellcheck and hit send.
Then it was gone.
Oh well, I thought, nothing else to do for me now but write. Write more and write it all down.
Same goes for you.
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