I don’t think I have every written anything about fear of failure. I have been known as fearless… and I knew myself as fearless…
Yesterday I had a rude awakening: I had a new way to look at my activites, a new perspective, and I discovered, to my utter dismay, that many things I know I should do, I know I would benefit from doing, I am not doing. Darn… WTF?!
But once you see it, it is out of the bag.
I am reading a new book. This one is fiction, and it’s a different style than most fiction I have read: no explanation, written like a movie.
It is entirely up to you what you are going to get out of the book. I like that, it is up my alley. I don’t even mind if I get a whole different thing every day, the opposite of what I got the day before.
The book runs three stories concurrently: two right before and during World War II, and the third is in the mind-1990’s. The main characters meet, cross path.
The biggest takeaway I have, so far, is that all the characters are bumbling idiots, canceling out the myth that some people have it together. No one does.
