May 22nd, 2008
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Every time I sit down to write, I'm taking a risk. I risk feeling uncertain, insecure, and incompetent. And when I submit my work, I risk rejection. I have to be willing to open myself up to these things. I have to leave the safety of my bud in hopes of blossoming.
- Mood:
contemplative
