Today begins the next year of my life. There are so many things that I want to do â€“ either to better myself physically and/or emotionally, or just for the fun or experience of doing it. One of these things is to write more.
A very nice woman I work with, who is also a published author, has been on me to write something everyday. It doesnâ€™t matter what it is, just something. Since weâ€™ve started talking about writing, and the process that goes along with it, Iâ€™ve been getting excited about the prospect of someday, just maybe, publishing my own book.
But one thing about me, and there are lots of people who can attest to this, Iâ€™m a thinker and not much of a doer. I can come up with great ideas and plenty of resources for all sorts of things – for someone else. I think my fear of failure is what holds me back. My low self-esteem just doesnâ€™t want me to chance falling flat on my face. But I want to make a sincere effort to do this writing thing. And if nothing comes of it, at least I can say that I really did try.
Like I told my friend, the author, letâ€™s see how I do by the end of the week.