It takes very little to make me become The Thinker, chin on my hand, delving deep inside myself to try to discover what I want and what I don’t want. This time, it was just a link to a story from The Guardian about writer’s rooms, authors who have made good on their talent and get to write for a living and the world in which they choose to do that. Things like this make me rethink my life, not that I haven’t been rethinking it a lot anyway lately. My life is full of mediocrity, and I have allowed myself to become mediocre. It’s not what I want to be, and I like to think that it’s not who I am.

I have to take chances. No matter how scared I am, no matter how much I risk in the process, whether I win or lose, I have to take chances. I’ve always been willing to risk, more so than just about anyone that I know, but it seems the more I take chances and the more that I fail, the more afraid I become to keep taking risks. But I have to be brave. I’ll never be content with mediocrity.