Some days I just sit here all day with writer’s block. I feel like a pot boiling. I know I’ve been sealed long enough. I want to explode. I am all filled with information.
This keyboard should be exploding!
The truth! I am stuck in a slump. I can’t think of anything. I’m stumped.
I am ready to make something happen. But I am burned out on designing websites. I have no writing style. I mean what makes me different? I have to learn how to make you feel what it is I am writing. I have to learn how to make my content and photos give you Goosebumps. My articles have to make your hair stand up.
But instead I sit here surrounded by dark hallways. The clock clicks away 1, 2, than half passed 3. I am still sitting here with a half-assed article, with this half-assed piece of paper, writing about crap I don’t give half an ass about.
It’s not good enough, start over. I keep thinking I’ve figured it out. But I think deep down I am scared.
But why am I afraid? I feel like a slave to the web design industry.
I am not a quitter. But it’s now or never. It’s all or nothing. It’s a race against the clock. It’s all about making my voice heard. I can’t give anyone a choice if I have half a chance at making this work.
I come here every single day and pretend I enjoy what I do. But the truth is I have a fight continuously fighting within me. I am burned out on designing websites. The landscape is constantly changing and I am just not smart enough to keep up anymore.
I’ve spent too much time on irrelevant issues. I feel like I’ve made a fool out of myself in the web design business. I did my best but the competition and my own stupidity made me look like a gangster before I was through.
I used to love this company now it’s always bugging me. I had told some friends I was planning on dumping it. But then again I think it’s not time for an evacuation because these accusations that have been written about me need to be straightened out. The old me wants to smack your face but I think I was just really insecure.
So my solution to your jealousy is a second wind.