But the total opposite has happened.
I can hardly move.
Not sure if it's fear of success--can't be failure, seeing how we're intimately acquainted--lost in a sea of unknowns, my perfectionism, or simply unsure of my next step. Don't get me wrong. This really is exciting, but something is paralyzingly me. I need to find that Writer's Oasis we talk about here on Monday Morning Sanctuary.
I decided to come clean about this, not to simply vent or unload my skittishness on you. It was to let you know you're not alone, and hopefully give you comfort in my confusion, doubt, nagging fears but my ornery persistence to plunge ahead despite the unknown.
Have you ever experienced what I've described? Are you now? Share.
