My biggest fear in writing this book is that it will be too much: too cheesy, too serious, too silly, too theological, too personal, too generic, too much. And also not enough. And oh, by the way, poorly written. And also irrelevant. So I guess you add up all those fears and you get the biggest one. Failure. I’m pretty much being forced to live the very thing I write. That’s when I start to wish I were writing about needing to learn how to eat Oreos or watch ridiculous TV or how to relax on a beach. Wouldn’t you want to read that book?

I would do well to consider my own reminder, currently up at (in)courage. It takes two and a half seconds to remember the truth. Really, I timed it. Go see?