The day feels off. In fact, it felt a little off right before I went to bed. Then in the middle of the night, the kid woke me up, which was right after midnight, so it was like the day did in fact start with an issue. I think the kid needed to blow her nose. That was the problem I was tasked with solving. Which I did, and then put her back to sleep.
And since then, it’s really been off.
I got back to sleep but never really fell into a deep sleep; I was always aware that I was just barely asleep.
So, this morning has felt off. And I have felt frustrated.
I rewrote my cover letter for submitting, but I haven’t been able to shake the nagging voice which keeps telling me that this is a big waste of time, and nothing will come of it.
And as I was researching literary, again the thought of failure keep coming at me. That, again this is a futile exercise. That I don’t know enough. That I don’t belong. That That That…
It’s exhausting constantly fighting with myself.
I know being tired doesn’t help, but I think I need to admit that I am a little afraid too. I’m afraid to fail. I’m also afraid to be laughed at. I’m afraid too because I have nowhere to hide. In theatre, I had a character or a puppet to hide behind. With my stories, it’s all me, and that’s putting the fear in me. I feel exposed.
But, I don’t like feeling worthless either. Not having a goal, something to work towards, is a pretty awful feeling as well.
Gotta push through it.