New plan.
Fuck thinking about it. Fuck feeling bad all the time. It's time for me to put my nose to the grindstone (? I'm sure that's a figure of speech but it feels clunky) and get going.
I can make as much money as I want to. I can be as successful as I dream. It's not for the Universe to be throwing opportunities at me- I'm on this land to be chasing after it.
Email all and often enough to have my contact name burned into their inbox. Think and type for as long as it takes to put something down that's any good. Scrape at my soul until I feel sick. It's doable.
And I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it.
I'm feeling better.
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