So I took yesterday off. My fingers hurt. It happens.
Today it was back to work. Me and a buddy are trying to finalize designs for the book I’m releasing and we’re hashing out details. And more details. And more—okay, I’ll stop. But seriously. Trying to do stuff in life means paying attention to the details.
He was so helpful and great and by the end of the conversation my heart rate had dropped considerably. I’m what experts call a person with “high anxiety,” whatever that means. More made up bullcrap. So what if I can’t breathe when it gets too crowded or when anything ever at all goes wrong? Seems like a perfectly normal response to me.
I’m not all that bad, in truth. But there are moments. Getting back to work after taking a break is really hard. Rust builds in the brain a lot quicker than actual rust—probably one of the worst all-around sentences I’ve ever written. But I gave it a shot. Must be the rust.
So this one’s for the creators out there. That means everyone, so I’m talking to you. Don’t demean yourself by trivializing the details. They tend to be what matters in the end. I’m a damn sight better now than I was three hours ago, with a damn sight farther to go. What’s with all the damn’s?
Guess I haven’t calmed down as much as I thought.
See you after.