"'Let's do it," Bruno said, and immediately my stomach tightened. Why? A strange physical reaction was going on inside me. As soon as my idea was embraced, I no longer liked it. It now seemed to be a stupid idea, really awful. I liked it much better when it was in my head all alone. Now that it was going out in the world, I would be responsible for something that I no longer had any control of.
This was my first of a lifetime of battles with ideas: the battle of which ones to air and which to bury, burn, destroy"
I so totally get that... I have been losing that battle for years now.
