Don’t you just love it when you go back to your writing and find some silly, stupid mistakes? I seem to make more mistakes as the day gets long, the sun goes down and the moon comes up.
I saw yesterday that I spelled board, bored and bases, basses.
The other day, a friend on Facebook mentioned that now is the time to do something that is challenging; something that would give you chills just thinking about it. Maybe, even something that would scare you.
I answered back that, I live that way. She answered back that she wishes she could be me.
Now that’s interesting isn’t it? I told her that I make mistakes, I flub up all the time, but I just go do what I want to do anyway.
I’m realizing, at my age, my life has been exactly like that, but I never thought about it before. Scared? Hmmm, do it anyway. Making mistakes isn’t the worst thing to happen. Admit it then go on.