Why is it I have all these brilliant witty idea of what I want to write just on the cusp of sleep, or when I’m out doing a hundred other things but when I finally decide I’m going to write, I’ve got nothing. Nada. Zilch.
I’ve been throwing around the idea of writing again, because it’s something I enjoy and I feel like I need a bit of an outlet. As with most things I seem to find myself doing at the moment there is a lot of self doubt, uncertainty and fear. But what I’ve learnt over the last six months is that you get nowhere being ruled by those emotions, you just need to get out of your own way, screw what anyone else thinks, #justdoit
So I’m getting out of my way, doing what I enjoy, what makes me happy and bugger anyone who gets in my way. I’m aiming for my ultimate happiness, the same for my family and I’m ready to BRING IT to get us there. I’m so crazy excited about my path at the moment and look forward to sharing