Alright, enough is most definitely enough. Ten drafts. All I’m doing is staring at the doc. I am as happy with it as I could ever hope to be. And last night I had a serene moment of ‘holy crap it’s not as bad as I thought.’ My instincts are unforgiving but pretty reliable. If I feel good, it generally isn’t unfounded.
So I’m going to do it.
Just one, just to break the ice and test the water and bloody get it over with!
I remember looking forward to pinning all my hundreds of rejections on the wall around my desk, so I’m going back to that feeling. Just to get to this point is an achievement. Just to have the balls to step outside the door is a win. I can’t keep dawdling.
Let’s go spaghetti-o!