Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
I want to write this post about being scared, but I’m scared. I’m scared that it’ll come across as patronizing. Or that you’ll think I’m just regurgatating this presentation. Or that you’ll think I’m talking down to you. Or that you’ll get bored.
I’m scared that you will read it and I’m scared that you won’t read it.
The way I see it, being scared isn’t really an option, but admitting I’m scared is.
Admitting I’m scared puts me in the present moment. It forces me to decide whether or not what I’m doing right now is really what scares me. And when I get right down to it, what I’m doing right now is writing, and its fun stuff. What’s scary is all the unknown stuff in the future that may or may not happen that I’m not really in control of.
Nothing about the actual pen to paper or fingers to keyboard scares me. So I write. Because in each moment, all it is, is writing, and I like it.