My dear,

Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

It’s the thought that pops up into your head telling you that maybe you’re not prepared enough. It’s the unease that makes your neck swirm when you look at a blank page and at generally anything blank that asks of you to do anything.

No one in their right mind can work with all that freedom.

So, I’ll tell you a little trick I do. I constrain myself. I tell myself that I’m only going to write three sentences. I tell myself that I’m only going to work for fifteen minutes. Nothing more. The best part being that I usually go on for much longer.

The way to conquer that anxiety you get from looking up at the galactically sized void that asks of you to fill it? Look down, and take it one step at a time.

Falsely yours,
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard