All that happy energy — gone.
Not gone, but a bit more obsolete.
The task seems to be getting to me.
I suppose it’s the weight of getting it right that is struggling.
The attention and the interest.
In many ways, I fear undelivering.
It’s always been the case — not feeling like I’m enough.
I have done well to believe in myself.
And this is the first step of many.
Get over the fuzz.