My anxiety is at an all time high this morning. The phone does that to me sometimes. I'll get over it.

Yesterday, I found out I had a poem accepted to Muzzle Magazine. Another magazine that no one has heard of that I knew I would get in to. At some point I have to start submitting to places that are more well known. It would be good for my ego before I start thinking every word I write is golden.

Like there's any chance of that really.

I've been thinking more and more about my insecurity issues. At 36 will I ever get over them. At this point I don't think so really, but I do think I have them at bay more now then ever before. I don't whine out loud about it the way I did in my 20's as much (there are still times I whine about it with Melissa when she's and I are comparing our dating lives. Hers always being more exciting in some ways than mine since men are always falling for her and this has never been a problem I have).

Maybe it's for the best that I don't think I'm amazing but just slightly above average.