Here we go… one, two, three and – creative thoughts are forming in my brain and working their way out into a fabulous, riveting story…

Wow, still nothing. I have no thoughts, no ideas. Should I be concerned? Maybe I’m just no good at this writing thing. Wait, I feel something. This could be it. Nope, just nausea. Great now I’m going to vomit. I bet it won’t be the nice easy up and out vomit but the retching, sweating, my hair went in the toilet, grunting like a beast, rip the toilet loose, my abs hurt vomit.

This is a normal cycle for many of us. Playing a self-defeating game. Stopping short of many things because we tell ourselves ‘I’m not good enough’ and always assuming the worst will happen. I could stop and do nothing or decide to think and look at it differently.

With a new set of glasses and a new attitude, instead of a blank page, I welcome you to ‘Porcelain Abs’ turning self-doubt into ripped midsections. I’m sure some of you are wishing I stayed with the blank page. This certainly didn’t go the way I thought it would when I started but I’ve learned to accept the detours, discover new things, have a new attitude and not give in to the thoughts that limit where or how far I go.

And if a detour leads to an ocean my ‘beach bod’ is ready!