I head to my home office early in the morning. If I just do the minimum on my hair and makeup, find something ready to wear, I can squeeze in an hour and a half of writing before I have to leave for my day job. If I write, the rest of my day will be great.
I turn the corner with my coffee cup in my hand, the first few sips settling down in my stomach. When I look up I see two intruders and stop in my tracks. They’re here again.
It’s not like I’m entirely surprised to see them. They’ve been showing up off and on since I typed that first word. I despise them and they know it.
They’re big today. Really big. I can’t even see the office door. They wear the same impassive expression. I know they won’t be moved by my pleading for them to step aside. They don’t give in to a woman’s tears.
I’m wearing my pink leopard print robe, my feet are bare. Not exactly combat attire.
I know what they’re thinking. The last time they showed up, I didn’t even put up a fight. My reward was spending the day with that annoying weasel, Regret. That guy sucks.
Well, today is a new day.
Fear and Self-doubt watch as I approach them, their arms folded across their chests. They look unconcerned. But they really shouldn’t underestimate a menopausal woman with a dream.
I only have to stare Fear down. He acknowledges his dismissal and steps aside. I know from experience that Self-doubt is the tougher of the two, but he’s no match for me today. I give him my best shot, a sharp knee to his groin, and he goes down hard.
I stride confidently into my office and sit down to write. It’s gonna be a great day.