That’s what it really comes down to.

You have to believe in yourself, work work work and work some more until you finally get to where it is you want to end up. And if you fail or fall along the way pick your self up, dust yourself off and keep going with the knowledge that you will make it. If you think about it, there really are no other options.

Ok, you’re right, there are. And you can dwell on them and make a long list of all the reasons that you can or should fail. And that’s where you’ll end up.

In the end, life is really a self-fulfilling prophecy. You choose. It’s that simple.

That’s what I tell myself. It’s that simple.

And of course I know it’s not. Of course everything I just mentioned is true. But the real work on myself is believing. Believing in myself and in my idea just long enough to succeed one more time than I failed.

But I haven’t failed yet because I haven’t yet sent anything out to be published. It’s the fear. The fear of failure holding me back and that fear is about to end now. Because sometime in the next few months I’m going to send a piece of writing out. It might be a poem or short story or something else. And it might not get published and then again it just might.