by a vineyard and I realize the terror of indecisiveness needn’t anymore continue. I know where I’m going, and I need to more and more remind myself that each moment is a standalone piece. A story. A subject. A universe. There’s always material.
What do you see, right now in front of you?
That’s a subject.
What did you do last night?
Write about it.
Where do you want to go, travel… what do you want to see?
Go get it.
Indecisiveness is self-deception, and toxic.