Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
Sometimes things in life just happen. You’re not prepared. You think you are. You made a decision. You chose what you wanted. You had some clarity. You set a goal. Set out with purpose. Then, right in the middle of your headlong rush into greatness, life pulls the rug out from underneath you. On your way down to the bottom of your fall, you wonder, “What was I thinking? I’m not ready.”
That’s how fyberpunk began. In fits and starts and the highest peaky highs and the deepest abyss lows…. I am nervous about a great many things. The embarking on a new, unknowable, potentially fabulous, but nonetheless scary journey… that’s got belly-twisting nervousness written all over it.
Maybe grab a cuppa and join me… I am pretty sure, though not certain, this won’t be boring…