I started a new, significant writing project on Oct 1st.
And now?
I have “nerves.”
Not quite the first day of medical school nerves—and not the first day of a 24/hour shift as an intern in a Level I Trauma Center nerves—but nerves all the same.
Why?
Because I know the success (or failure) of this single project over the next six months will be life-changing.
And I’m OK with that; nervous, but OK.