I think a lot.
In fact, I think so much that I am often accused of over analyzing things and preparing for the almost impossible possibilities. I can easily find myself overwhelmed by my own thoughts to the point of tears. It happens to me far more than I like to admit. I also have miniature panic attacks and temper tantrums and shut people out and give up on things, only to start them over and over again.
The truth is…
As great as I think I am at writing, I never believe I am great enough. And honestly, I blame myself for that condition.
Because every once in a while I succumb to it. I stop writing and start spending hours doing lots of other things that do nothing but reenforce that inaccurate perspective. It’s a demon all creatives battle. The demon that says: “Please, you can’t be serious. No one is going to read that.”
Most of me doesn’t care if anyone reads what I have to say, but we live in a world that thrives off of acceptance. We live in a world that teaches us that if the masses don’t have their eye on you, immediately – you are worthless. We live in a world that teaches us to find a way to fit in and stand out simultaneously. Every now and then, the world wins.
