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I try to do so much perfectly, but nothing ever comes out right. I like things to look nice and be in order and yet everything is perfectly chaotic. I'm only a mess, but perfectly a mess. I can't do my best, unless it's perfectly.
The phrase wasn't right. She sat at her computer looking at the paragraph for long, quiet moments. How do I get this to say what I want? She thought disgustedly. I'll never finish this book. Never get this done by the deadline. I'll never be a published writer if I can't figure this out!
I have a fear of success. Every time I try to do something and get near to finishing that goal, I find some way to mess it up. It's like I'm too comfortable in my miserable rut. I have to find the key to break out of this cycle. Make it so success is a good thing, that change is a good thing. Maybe I'll be successful.
My route to fun. I vary the way I go. I like to meander some days. Some days I like to go straight there. Sometimes I get lost. I like getting lost. Sometimes you find out that where you were trying to go was not where you needed to be. Then I can make a new route to a new fun.
I love the library. It's like another home. All those books to read, all those stories and lives that are not mine. I need to pay my library fine, that reminds me. I feel so at peace when I enter into a building full of books. It's got to be the best public service ever. To just be able to read, all the time... I love it so much. There's always something new too.