Every time I start to write this post I freeze in fear and indecision, and put it off. So my new refrain is…better done than perfect. And I’m giving myself permission to make it short.

Also I keep receiving not-even-subliminal messages from my environment urging me on.

Creepy!

These two are both from today alone!

Okay?

This week’s restart challenge: to finally read the book my brother awesomely sent me a few months ago:

So relevant to my interests!

I’ve been avoiding reading it because I’m worried that either it won’t be as helpful and wonderful as I hope it will be, or that somehow when I report back on it to my brother he’ll be disappointed in my reaction.

That is ridiculous.

I’m sick of being worried, of feeling not good enough even for myself, and for taking criticism like it’s physically wounded me.

I’m reading it.

Starting now.