A beautiful spring day when the sky is an endless, cerulean blue with big fluffy, marshmallow clouds. A hug so warm it seeps into your spirit, sometimes a fire that burns your fingers. The sunlight glinting on the lake throwing diamonds in your eyes with every ripple.
“How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” We’ve all heard the cliché describing the undertaking of anything that seems overwhelming. So it is with signing up for a writing course when you’ve never written anything for publication. Except it isn’t. Does fear of vulnerability, exposure, or failure exist at the prospect of eating an elephant?