Hello blog of mine! It’s my first post for the new decade, so, like everybody…
I’ve always been the person who’s willing to try something new. Learn how to play soccer? Sure. How about pick up guitar? Yeah. DIY this old window into an accent piece? Let’s do it. Try my hand at charcoals? Why the heck not?
Failure doesn’t bother me.
Until you ask me to write.
Then failing can terrify me.
I think some of the answer comes from my motivation in writing: Why do I write? Do I write because I want others to be proud of me? So readers could fall down at my brilliance and have their brains blown?
Then failing would be scary because it reflects my value.
But if I’m writing because there’s a story bubbling inside me or because I’m so loved it overflows out of me in the form of story—I don’t have to be afraid of failing. Failing is not reflective of my value.
I don’t have to please people. I don’t have struggle under the weight of their expectations. I will always be loved. I will always have story bubbling out.
What are you afraid of?