I am often filled with enormous self-doubt. Enormous, giant mountains of doubt.
And I have to work extra, extra hard...And I keep such strange hours - waking, sleeping, eating - at various times with total disregard for the sun and the moon, smoking, drinking tall glasses of water, and at intervals, licking each individual salt and vinegar chip before consuming...And most of all, thinking - racing and sorting in my mind - reconciling these enormous, giant moutains of doubt.
Converting the glistening mountains that loom in front of me into garbage piles.
Convincing myself that the mountains are nothing more than garbage.
Completing this with one single, solitary thought...
Like having my secret desire to have dimples adorn my cheeks fulfilled...
He thinks I have dimples.
And that single, solitary thought is enough to totally turn my enormous, giant looming threatening mountains of doubt into garbage.
I hope your Monday is spectacular.
