Here’s a little bit about my blogging process.
Most of the time, I’ll write a first draft by hand. Then I transcribe them. I make graphics afterwards. Later I will edit the post. And last but not least I hit publish.
But this time around I wrote a draft, transcribed it, made a graphic, and then deleted the whole post. To be more specific, I created this graphic when I was trying to write a blog post but didn’t know what I wanted to say.
So now I’m writing an entire post on my phone from complete scratch. I almost never do that.
All that to say, don’t mind the not so relevant graphic or this more personal than usual post.
Anyway, I just wanted to get this off my chest.
I’ve been very anxious lately, especially over these past few days.
I feel a lot of emotions. I realize I don’t know everything. I don’t have answers to many things. Which is part of life. But it’s been hard to write or blog because I’m not even sure who I am.
I hate feeling like I’m not good enough. But right now I feel like I’m not enough, like I’ll never be good enough.
I don’t take failure well at all. I wish I did. But my fragile ego hates failing.
I think I feel like I fail because I’m not always on the same track at the same time as everybody else.
It took me a long time to learn that I don’t have to rush life. I can take my time. I am where I need to be. I’ll get where I want to go eventually.
I don’t have to get published by a certain age. I don’t have to get a boyfriend, get married, etc., by a certain time.
I wish I could say everything that’s in my brain more eloquently.
I’m allowed to go at my own pace. I’m also allowed to fail and mess up and make my mistakes. That’s okay. It doesn’t mean I’m not good enough.