I just feel like I have a lot to get off my chest today for some reason. I’m terrified that the project I’m working on now won’t ever get off the ground. I’m terrified of looking the people who trusted me in the eye and telling them I let them down — again. I think I’m probably afraid of my own shadow at this point.
So much unchecked fear, swirling like a brine lake in front of my eyes, inside my head, day after day, year after year. Thinking myself into some kind of a rampant state.
Well, no more. This is turning out to be the year I’m ripping the Band-Aids off. The real question is, if you’ve applied a Band-Aid to a gunshot off, does ripping off the Band-Aid mean you’ll bleed to death?