Who am I kidding? So I force myself up. I put away the ice-cream, I make tea, I take my medicine so that I don’t have seizures, I act, as I say, like a good citizen. I clean the entire house. I bleach the kitchen floor, I scrub the hard wood floor of the downstairs, I use that orange cleanser stuff to polish the tables and the mahogany of the shelves etc, and I pick up odds and ends here and there so that my house looks less of a mess and more like a place where people work and do serious work, and write things that are important, or worth reading because otherwise, what is the damn point? I write this to help inspire you out of your dull and sad little hole that perhaps you are in today because I know you are capable of great things and that you just need a little shot of inspiration. That thing you’ve been putting off is just one or two actions away and I know you can do it and what’s more, I know that deep down, you want to and that you’re just afraid because, like me, you like hiding because you know no one can find you here, that it’s just you and you can count on you. Don’t believe it. You are sabotaging yourself. To be hermetically sealed in your own apartment is not living; it is dying. To blow off those dear friends who’ve put up with your mercurial moods for long is just plain cruel and thoughtless, so start returning those calls and those emails.
First, make a strong cup of tea and then face life because it’s looking right back at you and I know that if you put all of your smarts and strength into that project or thing you really want, that goal, that you can pull it off. You know it too.
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