…same old shit though, really. God, it’s been embarassing looking over these old posts. It’s made me realise how many false starts and do-overs I’ve had with my writing. And how many times I’ve vowed no more, that this is the time it will stick, that I really, honestly, truly do mean it this time.
And yet, here we are. A new year, a new post promising this is the time. But I actually do mean it this time. Here’s why:
In the years (!) since I last posted, I’ve started working for myself on the understanding that it would give me a better work/life balance and give me time for writing. (Spoiler: it didn’t initially, but I’m established now and able to take more flexible options.)
I’m facing a BIG age milestone this year and I really don’t want to enter another decade full of coulda shoulda.
Fear and shame are fucking huge motivators.
I feel ready.
Let’s do this.