Out of Words

I've had so much trouble writing lately--and I've started to think it's because of something...wrong..with me.

Not the case at all. It's just a matter of WILDLY second-guessing the things I have to say. Or want to say. Or GET to say.

I feel like I fell out of love with myself for a while. Reality is: my life is fucking incredible right now, and because its gotten so good--it's become easier for me to dream small. The inspiration, the drive and energy for what I want to accomplish seemed to disappear from me for a very very long time. I stopped caring. Started floating. Doing things the easy way. Stopped laying it all out on the table for fear that my life will just evaporate. Wisp through my fingers like a fistful of smoke. Maybe I snuck and told myself I was too 'grown-up' for big dreams.

How dumb is that?

Especially in the field I've chosen...there's no TIME for me to dream small. No time to think I've succeeded in a few minor roles and now I've got the assurance and ability to approach the REALLY big ones. Confidence? Yes, absolutely. Assurance? No. Definitely not.

Kickin' the mighty bucket might be the only sure thing we can truly count on...so I'm going to stay vigilant about my routines. I'm not going to let myself slip into the easy track again.

Because that'd be easy. I don't want easy. I want adventure.

Love you all, goddammit.
-Dak