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The Joy Of Finishing
Nothing looks as good as finishing feels.
18 untitled Pages documents.
2 Chrome Browsers.
45 tabs open.
My brain and my focus are sprawled across each of these open tabs, and I can’t think straight. I can’t concentrate and I don’t know what I think anymore.
I don’t even know who I am.
I joke that I never fact check my work, but it’s mainly because if I do, I fall into the ocean of self-doubt and I can’t escape.
Lifeboats are few and far between in the ocean of self-doubt.
There are no islands, and there are no rescues.
There is no respite.
I drown in there.
I drown in all those open tabs.
My creativity, my productivity, my motivation — they all sink to the bottom of the deep blue sea of Self Doubt and they settle there in the murky bottom of Procrastination and Lost Hopes.
It’s where projects and ideas go to die.
My god, being a ‘creative’ is a curse. Wanting to write is a pain in the arse.
To begin with, I had this massive fear of saying anything.