Wrote a post and put it in draft mode as I felt as though I were walking on a high beam with a safety net. As I’m scared of heights, lack proper depth perception, and tend to be clumsy, the high beam would immediately freak me, I would become dizzy, want to throw up and be paralyzed. What good’s a safety net?
There is no real safety net in blogging except for your own boundaries. I’m willing to cross many, but not willing to be stuck on the edge of the high beam.
I wrote about the long term effects of being disorganized. Though it’s a problem that I didn’t make nor did I ever want in my life, it has always been a shame that I hold close to my heart though I do talk about it.
I make it and me sound pathetic when in reality it’s not nor am I, but when you’ve spent your life fighting a problem that refuses to be solved, it feels more immense than finding the spot where the magic stone is that uncovers the key to life, and not being able to dig deep or hard enough.
I have conquered most of the problem; it’s that last little bit that will stop the paralysis and allow me to finish what I have begun that I can’t conquer. If I could further explain it, it would no longer be a problem.
On that note, I end for now.