That’s right you heard me, indecision. Nuts to you. I can live without the stress you cause me.
Yes, I will make mistakes. Yes, I will need to re-edit my work. Yes, I will do things that I later abhor…but I will not give in to your demands.

Too often you have cheated me out of things that might have been. Too often I have not found the courage to listen to my heart. I’m done with you…

So today I thumb my nose at my old pastime of worry.

I will move forward…at least until tomorrow…