stumble on
Liza had anticipated the imposter-syndrome in putting her work out for review. Still, she hadn’t been quite ready for the curl of anxiety that crashed through her esophagus immediately after.
She took a few settling breaths knowing it was always easier to sit on work and dream - the execution always put a spotlight on room for growth.
“I would rather stumble in the light than soar in the dark,” she thought.
And so, one very shitty, first-draft was sent.
- b
June 11, 2021