Journal Juice 8 | Inert

There are times when there is so much I need to do – and so much that I truly want to do and accomplish and succeed at – that at the end of the day I find myself having done none of it at all.  No progress made.  Nothing ventured.  Nothing offered.  Nothing gained.  It is as if the very weight of those goals and hopes and dreams – the responsibility of it all and the fear of failure –  they crush me into the earth like excessive gravity, thereby rendering me inert.  This cannot be.  If I am to be progressive I must be in constant motion, always doing, always moving, like a shark.  Sharks keep moving because failing to do so would mean their death.  I am not yet ready to die.  I must remain ravenous, act accordingly and get after it.  Yet I unwittingly allow my trepidation to impede my need to proceed and succeed.


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