As much as I talk about going out and starting a new adventure, I find it difficult to start something new.
I’ve sat here and pondered why that is for endless hours and the only conclusion I can draw, is that I am afraid. I still have this innate desire to be perfect. Not that perfection even exists, but what if it did? Then I would want to be just that. But even then, would I be happy? It would be an endless cycle of ensuring that my I’s are dotted and my T’s are crossed. Frankly, I don’t think I can withstand all that pressure.
Speaking of pressure…. I put a great deal of it upon myself. I know I am a person with many gifts, yet I find it difficult to cultivate those talents. Ideas flood my head, but I can’t find the focus to manifest those concepts into substantial works. For once I want words to have depth, to have a greater meaning than what is merely printed on a page. What I’d love even more is to have my words actually printed on a page…
I suppose that means I actually have to write something huh? So when someone asks me “what are you writing?”… That tells me they want to know what I’m currently working on. I really would hate to tell them nothing.
Perfect is possible. I see it every time I look in the mirror!
If you ever want something to write, check out my latest daily pic and blast out a paragraph about it! Either post it wherever or email it to me and I’ll make it official!
everyday.jermil.com
Done! Except I cheated and didn’t use the most recent. But then I realized, you haven’t posted pictures since Friday. You’re slacking mister.
(S)he without a slacker bone cast the first stone!
I like the theme change. It looks more writery now.