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.