I want to consume every thing. All of it.
The books. The podcasts. The Youtube videos. Every last anything on Netflix.
But the more I ingest, the less I am inclined to birth.
The more I marvel at someone else's genius, the less I want to be confronted by my own limitations and inexperience.
My belly is full and my cheeks puffed with reserved energy and ideas.
But I'm ready to interrupt the inertia now...