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Song in my head: Mood: Current book: At least I just showered. I showered and I put on real clothes. This is my great achievement for the day. I'm reading "The Artist's Way" and I am forced to consider that I am hiding so much and I actually have some talent and something to say and all I have to do is be willing to give up the things I am using to hide them. Why is the idea of being creative and productive so scary to me? |
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