I’m certain I’m suffering from uncertainty…

I’m just not quite sure what to do about it

If a picture is worth a thousand words, the look on this pup’s face is priceless, and it perfectly expresses the way I’m feeling eight days into the New Year.

I’m usually quite sure of myself, but a series of nagging doubts have been plaguing me today and for the past few days:

Will I be able to keep my New Year’s resolutions of walking every day, practicing French daily, writing blog posts five days a week, and reading inspirational material each morning?

What will I write about every day?

Should I pick a niche or not?

Do I really have something to say that is worth reading about?

Will I have enough freelance writing clients this year to keep me busy for at least four hours a day?

And these are only the ones I’m not too embarrassed to put in writing.

I read content every day from so many talented writers here that it inspires me and strikes fear in my heart at the same time. I guess it’s true that “comparison is the thief of joy.”

It’s been a rainy, chilly winter’s day here in Texas, which might have something to do with my melancholy. I was dreaming this morning about how nice it would be to be lying on a warm beach somewhere, enjoying a good book and a piña colada.

Maybe I just need a vacation. I took about two weeks off from freelancing over the holidays, but I stayed in town. Perhaps a change of scenery would do me good.

Or, I could talk to my good friend Gary who always cheers me up. Or my wife, who is very analytical and might just tell me to “Suck it up, buttercup,” as she has been known to do.

I’m not sure if what I need right now is a word of encouragement or a swift kick in the rear.

But, thankfully, tomorrow will be a new day, and it will be Tuesday. I guess rainy days and Mondays really do get me down.