Tuesday, August 22, 2017
I wrote a short essay. Then, restless, I roamed through the forest of my thousands of old essays. Usually that ends in disaster. Usually I end up thinking "What ever made me think these were so good?"
But not this time. This time I was okay. But I did not know how to stop, or how to shut off my computer and go to bed. So I kept reading.
Until I came to a list from some years ago, and it said, item number four:
"Be unconfident, but like you are the God of unconfidence."
And I was done.