I constantly yo-yo between bouts of self doubt and believing in myself nearly to the point of delusion.
I have quit half way through things as mundane as walking to my mailbox, shaving, and eating an apple, but if I believe in a project, I will bang my head bloody against a wall of frustration and then quietly go back to work.
If someone I know suggests that I get my G.E.D. and move on, I won’t talk to them for a week, but if a complete stranger encourages me to follow my dreams, I’ll share my first tea of the day with them.
I think what it all comes down to is, as tired as I am, it’s so easy to dream, but so hard to say goodnight.
“Old News” by Dr. Dog
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I was being serious, by the way; I really have quit halfway through shaving. Exactly half way through. It looked like my face was stuck in an epic battle between good and evil.
