Summer is almost over. Perhaps it is over. It doesn’t feel over in my new home town. But the kids are back in school.<\/p>\n
I miss school. I miss it very much. I miss having a teacher tell me “Good job!” when I turn in my homework. I miss the motivation that comes from know that someone notices how I am doing.<\/p>\n
But I’m a grown up now. I dragged out the whole school thing almost as long as I possibly could. It’s time now for me to kick my own butt.<\/p>\n
I have done a huge project, getting my book published. But I am realizing, that is only half the work. Just because I wrote it does not mean people will read it. I need to get it into their hands.<\/p>\n
Which takes a whole new set of skills and experiences that I simply do not have.<\/p>\n
I am going to have to learn them. It’s harder than I realized.<\/p>\n
And the fact of the matter is, no one is going to really care if I don’t succeed. That means it’s very easy for me to not do it. I could procrastinate and take forever and ever and never quite do it.<\/p>\n
I want to do it. But this is harder than I thought. It’s taking some real effort.<\/p>\n
and a lot of it is just mental work. It’s scary. And it doesn’t seem like it should be.<\/p>\n
But I really feel liek I’m swimming with sharks. Even if they are only in my mind….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer is almost over. Perhaps it is over. It doesn’t feel over in my new home town. But the kids are back in school. I miss school. I miss it very much. I miss having a teacher tell me “Good … Continue reading