Told me so
And there we are, aren't we? July!
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What, will that be the first time you actually refuse to talk? When I made it further than you expected?
... You won't make October ...
Dear readers, my self-talk George is finally out of words.
When I started this project, he was – albeit not yet having his name – lurking in the back of my mind, not giving me a lot of chances.
- Will I find a topic each week?
- Will you find enough topics at all?
- Can I stick to a commitment?
- Will you stop when nobody reads your posts?
- Could it drive me crazy?
- You mean more than you already are?
For such a loud start, half-time is a rather quite celebration.
Oh then be my guest! Celebrate it. Indulge in your little victory.
The stakes aren't getting lower, you know? You've come this far, stopping now will only be even more painful.
Then I won't stop. Why should I? I honestly enjoy this here!
Then what the dark spot, huh? Didn't you promise me – and hence yourself – that when we “reach July”, you will talk about the imposter syndrome?
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You keep on dodging it and we both know that. Afraid your readers might find out that you're not an expert on the topic?
What happened here now out of a sudden? Since when did this become YOUR blog in which you refute me?
Half-time, my friend, things can change.
They can, they do, they will.
As much as June turned to July.
As much as I celebrate this little milestone right now.
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