Where did that phrase come from?
Let it go.
Only go and don't laugh about it.
It's not a joke.
It's the ice-cream melting, it's the summer sun, it's the swimming that makes you high. is it?
It's the work of putting words on the paper, making a dance, playing a song.
It's the work of putting myself out there, though I'm not there yet.
No, I'm still here, I'm in my bubble waiting for something and when will it come?
The War of Art by Steven Pressfield
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