Tonight, I'm unimpressed by everything I've been trying to do. It's hard to carry on when your passion suddenly seems silly. It's equally hard to want to start afresh. I feel like I'm more inspired than able. Like I fail at really giving utterance to my thoughts.
And yet, even here in this, I feel the imperative to try just that. Self-doubt is the worst feeling. It's bottomless. Everything is called into question. And, to rub some random salt into my wounds, I also hate my calves tonight. But I like this picture via Lina S.' Flickr.