I Am No Expert, I Am No Poet

I have experienced a total of twenty-four years on earth, and I cannot spell resteraunt to save my life. By all accounts, I am completely unqualified to write articles, but I'm going to do it anyway. I'm truly exhausted from hiding behind a veil of fear that I feed into by making excuses day after day. Procrastinating until the sun goes down and telling myself I can't do something unless I'm an expert in it/ We've already established I am no expert in any of this... so what exactly do I have to lose? Credibility? No. Status? No. So someone people explain to me why it has taken thinking about writing down my thoughts every day for three months for me to finally muster up the courage to expose to the world my inability to spell restraunt?

The fact is, I am my own antagonist. Someone dear to me reminds me almost daily that life has always been and will always be "me vs. me". I am the only person holding myself back. I have the power to create a world, a life, a reality that I want to live in. All I have to do is have the courage to jump into the unknown, which is very obviously easier said than done. I am more than sure I will fail, but it's up to me to get back up and try again. I am also sure I'll embarrass myself more than a few times, but hell, that's what I do best! We've got to figure out how to be a little easier on ourselves, love a little more, and worry a little less. What is it that they say? Just do it.