'There is only so much you can tell the man who can't be told...'

Self-doubt is a curious thing. It creeps up on you and chomps on your behind like a creature from last week's bad horror movie. The chomp hurts and the venom is strong, acting fast, coursing through your veins before you know it, making life a pain in the ass.

But sometimes you get a glimpse, a glimpse of a better way. Like a distant light in a darkened cave, the glimpse draws you ever closer until you smell the fresh air of daylight and you smile. Of course you do, why wouldn't you? The light is shining, the air is fresh and your ass is remarkable well healed.

And mania insues.

But only for a short while.