I'd like to think of myself as a writer. But most times when I put a pen to a book, I can't seem to decide on exactly what to write about. Its like there's this war of words going on in my head evoking a myriad of motions too conflicting to handle. So I pull my pen away & live to fight another day. Or maybe its just because I'm scared that it won't be good enough.
Admitting this fear is no fun because it exposes my raw hide & leaves so many parts of me vulnerable and prey to any psychotic stalker. Okay... Maybe I exaggerated... my point is, sometimes you have to be hard on yourself & for good reason too. I wonder if there is such a thing as being too hard on yourself because I've been called stiff several times & it wasn't pretty. 8 out of 10 times it was to do something shady.
Sometimes safety can be a good thing. Other times, it confines, limits & restricts you. So break out of your comfort zone. Leave your pillow. Do something that scares the hell outta you - sing at the top of your lungs, go bungee jumping, speak in front of a crowd, say hi to a stranger, travel...
Live a little
