Stuck in start.
I'm coming clean.
I'm stuck. I thought I would start the new year with a bang, straight out of the gate fast and strong. But it isn't turning out that way and I'm getting a tad worried.
I'm idling in park. I feel fear creeping in. Of what? Failure? Of not being able to figure this out? Of trying to work an idea that is no longer fresh? To fail not only in creating something sustainable but failing myself by not committing, not following through?
A few years ago I read The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. I remember it feeling like a swift kick in the rear, which is what I need, desperately!
I cannot float through this. I need to take action. To just start, damn it!
The above photo is from a time when my creativity was flowing. I miss that feeling. Where did it go?
Ok, I'm done with the pity party. Time to take action.