I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I chose not to workout. I could have, but I needed to start today slow. Real slow. I read a message today from a (sort of) friend, he was looking for someone to do a job. I did something scary. I said I could do it.
I lost faith in myself and my ability a week or so ago. I stopped and had no idea why I am doing what I’m doing. Why did I choose to study what I’m studying? Why? When I am clearly incapable of doing it. I still don’t know. It’s been weeks and I still don’t know.
So, I did something scary.
I told him I could do it. I know it’s a lie, but perhaps this will lead to something good. Maybe it could lead to a little bit of faith.