There's a small voice that keeps nipping at the edge of my thoughts. It's my fear talking. Fear that this project will not eventuate. Fear that it won't make a difference. Fear that although the plan looks great in practice or on paper, the reality is going to be different.
Fear of failure.
So to combat this fear I do what I have always done when the odds seem insurmountable and that is, take a small step.
Last night I read the introductory chapter to A Poet's Guide to Poetry by Mary Kinzie, as I would if I were studying according to the plan. Now prior to this I have been avoiding making any start on the plan apart from organizing and the fear or anxiety has been slowly growing.
The end result?
Within 15 minutes I had already made some connections to my own work and initiated some motivation/inspiration for a poem that had been left in the draw to compost. This is the sort of cross fertilization/interplay that I wanted to generate with my approach. So I have reconfirmed my trust in the process.