…you know what.
Just as I decide (!) to give that writing a try, I’m all like “yay! I can do it! I will do it!” – well, for about a week.
Or maybe two.
And then what?
Well. Nothing except for head full of doubts, second thoughts, double guessing myself and such.
Getting seriously pissed at myself.
Gather it together woman. There is NOTHING to lose.
And EVERYTHING to gain.
So start doing something.
This one was to noone in particular. Well, except for me. Sort of like shaming myself. Hoping for a really good, strong and potent kick in my own, lazy but.
Sort of like those times when I complain that I am too tired to bake/cook/clean/do-anything, and after I’m done, I get up and actually do it.
Sort of. Well.