I doubt just about everything and everyone, especially myself.
The older I get, the more cynical I become.
Even though I try to appear put together and self-assured on the outside, inside I’m full of doubts. Usually they surface in the form of questions.
Can I do this? Will it work? What if I fail?
Yes. It might. There’s nothing wrong with failing but everything’s wrong with not trying.
Sometimes when I’m not sure of something, I’ll blog about it. Blogging doesn’t solve all my problems. But I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t helped me get through this complicated journey that is life.
When in doubt, blog it out. Or write. Or journal. Whatever works.