I used to think that that it was a small sin to waste time rereading silly books you’ve already read, or watching shows about robots with hearts, and time travel, and impossible things, but then I grew up and realized that those things were the only things that mattered. So instead of giving up on Alice and Wonderland and Lost in Space I’ve decided to give up on thinking. Or at least, to give up on thinking that it’s a waste of time to simmer in the beauty of things you can’t always explain with words. I’ve decided to give up on caring about wasting time and, in doing that, I’ve suddenly saved so much time I would have spent hating myself for reading The Princess Bride for the 89th time. And now I can spend that time I’d allotted for self-doubt locked in a TARDIS or vanishing in a phantom tollbooth.
There’s room in here for you, if you like. Leave your self-doubt outside though. It’ll still be there when we get back.
If you still want it, that is.