So here is that part where I am desperate to write, but once I get the chance, I freeze. I either get scared, or mysteriously tired or something. I know it’s because I’m scared. Because I’m doing something I love and somehow I think I don’t deserve that.

I have to work through this. I have my laptop in my car. I have books. I need to get to work. I NEED TO.

I hate that I become so motivated during the workday when I’m not allowed to write, and by the time the evening rolls around, I’m too drained to do anything. That frustrates all bananas out of me.

Thank goodness it’s Friday!

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