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Crisis of Confidence ... or the hole in my bucket

I woke up old. Not the usual wrinkles in the mirror but webs in the brain. Since I can remember, I've loved the craft of writing but always thought the actual 'doing' was far better coming from someone else. I would be the one woman cheer squad on the sidelines. Go writer go. I would be the editor. My inner critic wouldn't let me be fallible. Perfect or nothing. Life isn't perfect and as I've aged discracefully, I realize this is a truism. How do people do it? How do they not feel the pain of imperfection. I admire the 'this is it - suck it up' attitude... I don't have it.

My bucket of half written dreams has a hole. Perhaps some are to be cheer leaders, others to win.

I'll have a headache tablet and a good lie down ... this intraspection is messing with my cobwebs. 

Write on - I'll watch.... today. 
Ms Web Red