As a veteran purveyor of the highest-quality self-defeating patterns of thought and faulty cognition, I have nay-sayed myself into experiencing such intense fear and avoidance of the blue button of doom that I don’t quite know what to do. I am so afraid of my own awesomeness that I believe I have cornered the market in my head on negative self-talk.
the world does not impose some unique description on us; rather, it is we who choose how the world is to be described
I feel as though I am already dragging my feet through the mud with regard to the speed of the progression of my blog. I have plenty to blog about, mind you, it’s getting my thoughts to crystallize into coherent thoughts that someone else would want to read that is the issue. I have about…
There is something to be said about the process of transforming thought into written word. I get all nostalgic just hearing the crinkle of a new page being turned and the sound of my fine-tipped ball-point gel pen gliding across the page as my thoughts flow freely.