There’s still time tomorrow
My fear will go away
I’m much too busy today
I think I’ll go out and play
Tomorrow will be better
The timing isn’t right
There’s a lot of info
I still have left to learn
If I start right now, I’ll fail
Don’t you see the pitfalls?
I’m way too young for this
This task is overwhelming
I still don’t know enough
The plan just isn’t quite right
My own capability
Can’t match up to the chore
The resources I don’t have
Enough time I cannot find
Enough money isn’t there
It’s too much risk right now
My duties are a burden
Requiring my attention
They must be appeased first
But they never go away
I wasn’t meant to do this
I don’t have experience
I’m just not good enough
It was meant for someone else
What if I’m rejected?
What if I can’t do it?
How will I be perceived
If I fall flat on my face?
Enough people I don’t have
I don’t know what to do
So I keep on making plans
Waiting for that day to start
The years just fly on by
As I wait in futility
It grows harder every day
To take that very first step
My worries, fear, and dread
Grow stronger every day
That action is avoided
Rendering me helpless
Until one day I say
“Screw it all! This is stupid!
“What have I got to lose?
“It can’t be worse than where I’m at”
I take that first step forward
Before I can even think
Before my thoughts can stop me
And keep me still once more
And all that was around me
That was keeping me in place
The shackles that had bound me
Not letting me leave my space
Was nothing more than smoke
A made-up fantasy
To keep me from my power
Concocted by yours truly
For the only purpose
Was to rid me of my guilt
To massage my conscience
By blaming something else
–Jason Westlake
Sat., November 18, 2006
