No one is comfortable with being vulnerable. The whole
definition of vulnerability is surrendering yourself to another/others and
allowing them to have power over you. At its core it’s a release of protection.
But that’s what this whole place is for: I’m designing it to
push my buttons.
So here’s the deal – I don’t feel anywhere NEAR ready to
call myself a writer. Just thinking about that title makes me want to vomit,
run and hide, or maybe both at the same time; not a pretty sight, I don’t recommend
trying to imagine it.
However, as it turns out, I do like to write.
I don’t think I’m particularly good at it, but when I’m not
fretting over every single way I am failing miserably, I do enjoy it.
And it’s not like I believe that there is a defining moment
where one ‘becomes a writer’. Being published – although an amazing credential –
doesn’t magically transform a person into a pen’s man.
I mean, Lauren Conrad and Snookie have books for god sake…
Not to mention there are also people who spend their whole
lives writing and never even consider publishing or making money from their
work. They do it simply for themselves.
So any time I put some words down on a page, I’m opening
myself up to criticism. Not just from others, which is bad enough, but also
from myself…
Anyways, I think it’s time I start allowing myself to just
do what I enjoy.
And if someone doesn’t think what I’m capable of isn’t very
good – well screw them.
Even if that person is me.
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