I am so excited, y’all. 2018 is going to be the year where I give up my death-grip on fear.
Yup. I am going to WRITE. No more half-a$$ing everything because of fear.
My husband and I had a heart-to-heart talk. I told him that I just couldn’t seem to get the blog going, I was having trouble getting followers, and my book was going nowhere. Whine, whine, whine.
He told me something I hadn’t considered. He said, “You’re a perfectionist. Stop it.”
I was like, “What?” I thought I was being lazy.
Mr. Harr told me that I was so worried about my blog and my book being perfect, that I hadn’t let myself work on them because I was afraid. I was afraid that I wasn’t going to be good enough and that I was going to fail.
TRUTH BOMB. Ouch!
Well, here I am. Imperfect, but blogging. Imperfect, but writing.