Small acts performed as a matter of routine or religion define character, sooner or later. The world knows me by my acts.
I’m surprised when my conscience screams, “That’s not me.” I do it only because I’m compelled in some way. It’s entirely voluntary, but not self-driven.
Here comes the pertinent question, “Where does the locus of control lie?”
If I respond to a few writing challenges every day, it is my can of commitment. If I fail to publish a book, it is my fear of failure or ridicule.
The next can of commitment is to overcome fear.

Nicely done Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome
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Opening the can, means writing that novel.
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Bang on 🙌😀
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