Thought Record 9/28 5:35pm
Scared. Afraid. What is making me so afraid? Am I afraid of succeeding, or failing? I’m seting myelf up now, or resetting myelf, to ucceed, to do what I love. So what the heck can I be afraid of? It doesn’t matter. The Fear is irrational and residual. I will succeed now. I will move on, I will get this job search on. I will find out what is stuck under my ‘s’ key as...
And I’m writing. About stuff. This is going to be really random because for some reason I cannot just get started with morning pages or though records so it’s just going to be a mental “passing of gas” if you will. Who doesn’t love fart humor? Avoidance. What the hell? It’s a sickness. It’s a tricky bastard. I can’t let it WIN. I need to do this on...