Chances are, if you clicked on this article, you’re someone who loves to write. Probably you’ve got a Word document minimized on your computer at this very moment, and you’ve opened WordPress to procrastinate while still feeling productive by only clicking on articles that pertain to writing, or how to write, or how to get better at writing, or how to write quicker…etc, etc.
That’s what I’m doing, anyway. My novel is currently percolating behind several internet tabs, trying its best to filter through the noise and get me to pay attention to it.
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There is something so deceptively difficult about getting started.
We trick ourselves into believing we need permission. That there must be some sign, some supernatural border collie who will herd us in the correct direction, that will give us the nudge we need to begin our life.
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I can’t really make it any more eloquent than that.
The thing about stress is, you can’t make it go away with logical thinking. Even if you know you’re being ridiculous. Even if you know there’s nothing to be stressed about.
Especially if you know that the emotion of stress isn’t doing anything to help control whatever situation it is you’re in.
You just can’t help it. You’re still going to be stressed.
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Until I was twelve years old, I asked my mother for validation before pouring myself a glass of water.
When friends would show up at the door, sneakers scuffed from walking the country road half-mile to my house, I’d tell them I couldn’t play and then sit stewing for hours, imagining how much fun I’d be having if I’d only said yes, instead.
At sixteen I’d be invited for road trips, a quick text with a simple “yes” or “no” the only ticket I needed to gain access. I’d consider the pros and cons: would I miss a TV show if I went? What inside jokes would I be excluded from if I didn’t? I’d think about it for so long that by the time I would finally decide to go, it would be too late. The friends had already left.
I’d missed the train.
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