Residence begins before we ever sit down in front of the blank page. Before we ever write a line of code or pull out the paints. It creeps into our lives and pervades our thoughts, filling them with doubts. It convinces you to how likely you are to fail. It hints at what others will say. It reminds you that you're not good enough, anyway.

Maybe if we follow the physical steps of beginning, we temporarily disown it. Maybe the act of doing is the very thing it(we) fear most. Maybe our brains were wired for the deprecation we perpetuate.

Maybe we're allowed to resist it.

This post inspired by the War of Art.
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