The Cost of My Resistance

I am a consummate artist
At complicating simple things,
Able to turn any lowly task
Into a monumental undertaking
At the drop of a hat.

The ratio of the time spent
Thinking about doing something
Compared to the time
That I actually spend doing it
Is enormous.

I fight protracted battles with myself
Over which way to go
When either way will work
As long as I get off the dime
And choose which way to go.

I am ruled by my fear
Of somehow making a mistake
When any mistake made
Can easily be corrected
If I don’t let fear get in the way.

It is my resistance
That makes any task tedious,
That grinds things to a halt,
That perpetuates the struggle
That I have with life.