#ThePlague (or Return to the Living)

Doubt. Doubt plagues me me at every step. Am I good enough? echoes between the hollows of my skull. A relentless mantra that paralyzes. Freezes in time the thought, the action, the urge to try.

Doubt, and its friend delay, are self-realizing prophecies. It would be correct  to say I won’t achieve what I want because I am not good enough, because I won’t – if never try. 

And by trying, I practice. And everyone knows practice makes perfect. 

Fuck doubt. I got this. 

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