Advice: I’m terrified to write, how do I begin?

Question: I’m scared to write. No, I am debilitated when it comes to writing. People tell me I can write, that I’m a writer, bla fucking bla, but I can’t fucking write. I have my first paid freelancing gig and i’m distracting myself by binge dating.   Something has to happen because right now I’m sitting in a corner office with …

Advice: I'm terrified to write, how do I begin?

Question: I’m scared to write. No, I am debilitated when it comes to writing. People tell me I can write, that I’m a writer, bla fucking bla, but I can’t fucking write. I have my first paid freelancing gig and i’m distracting myself by binge dating.   Something has to happen because right now I’m sitting in a corner office with …

Should I Retire?

This is a really quick one. The question is: Should I retire? LISTEN below to the “preach it” session I give. And I really do give a good sermon. should i retire OR Read the transcript below if you don’t got the time to listen to my sermon. But seriously, I shout it loud from the mountaintops. The question is: …

The Motherfuckers said No!

I got some news today. News I was not expecting. I was so sure that I was going to get different news in fact I planned my wedding around it. I planned my honeymoon around it and I planned my maternity leave around it. I just knew that I was going to get good news but you know what…the motherfuckers said no.
They denied me.
They disagreed with what I wholeheartedly and soulfully believed in.
So I am sitting here thinking-now what?

Anxiety attacking might be a good sign

I had an anxiety attack last night. My first. I thought I had had them before but no way. This was the real deal and if I had gone through that madness before I would have remembered it.

My chest was tight and my throat was constricted. I kept thinking, “I am so uncomfortable, this is so uncomfortable.” I tried to slow down my breathing but that made me panic more. My brain was whirling with all the stuff I have to do and all the stuff I haven’t done. “I suck, why do I bother. I am so ashamed, I want to die, this fucking sucks. I am such a loser, I suck, why do I even…”

You get the picture.

Horrible.

It felt like a really mean rat was angry dancing on my heart…