I worry about going to sleep in case I miss something. I know that sounds ridiculous, but sometimes I worry I won’t get my ideas onto the page fast enough and will start to choke and suffer with my own words. When it does come out, perhaps not beautifully, I am encouraged by being able to get some sense of an idea beyond my Self. I learn through the process of starting that I can improve. I cannot be surprised at stagnation if I deny a possibility without exploring. I take action knowing that things will change as I write.
I am motivated to be a part of that change, even if it is hard, or slow to appear. I can create what I want to see.