So Write…

I have been procrastinating on picking up writing again for the longest of time. Today, I have decided to write.

It’s always easier to say i will do than to just do. Over the last couple of years, i have been telling myself i need only to start doing despite the fear of failure. That’s it, the fear of falling flat on my face, the fear of writing rubbish. The fear of ‘mediocrity’. It’s real for me because, in my heart of heart, i feel like i haven’t succeeded in anything in the last decade. I feel …Yes, i feel, because that is precisely what it is- a feeling. The facts don’t agree with my feelings but, just because things haven’t panned out the way I hoped, doesn’t mean i am not making progress.

Right now, I am doing things differently. I have gone ahead to get something i have always wanted done, done. And i am damn proud of myself for even starting this journey. I don’t feel (that word again) i am getting the support or i need with this, but i am, no, i actually i have started it. Huraaaaah!