The sky disappeared
The world has faded
Voices once loud
Are soft and muted
Passion spilled out
In inks and paints
A world created
To drown the noise
And I wonder
Am I leaving slowly
Am I doing it again
Part of me
Is disappearing
Slowly but surely
Into the silence
I’m creating
Man… I’ve been lost in my own world for months (years) trying to enact a brilliant and time consuming plan to become a full time artist.
And now I have seconds left to kick a field goal and all the self doubt is crippling me. Where did all the fear come from all the sudden? Is this brilliant plan really an act of delusion?
HASTYWORDS 
How many times has it been said across millennia, whether of the warrior on the battlefield or the artist in the studio, or the actor on the stage, that courage is not the absence of fear, but meeting the fear and going ahead anyway?
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Dang just the words I needed to hear.
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YAY! Happy to help. 🙂
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You can do it. Meet the fear on the other side of it. 🙂💗
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I have always been drawn to The Litany Against Fear in Frank Herbert’s Dune, which this reminded me of.
“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.”
Fear is ephemeral 🙂 You got this!
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Absolutely! This is the best!
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