A while back I wrote a book. A childrens book. I have it. I have done nothing with it. Why?
What am I afraid of?
I stopped writing Lucas' book some time ago. I cannot bring myself to finish it. Even the thought of actually sitting down to finish it gets me all worked up. Too much. Way too big.
Why not get off my butt and get it all done?
It's called finishing what you start. I can write, I love to write. Why not do something with it? Do something about it?
What in the heck am I afraid of? Failure? Success?
I don't know. One day....
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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