Searching for who I really am, and what that means for me and the people I love.
[image: black and white hand drawn block letters: “To live a creative life we must lose our fear of being wrong.”]
Being wrong is one of my biggest fears. Which is funny, because I’ll readily admit to being imperfect. And I am generally patient with others’ imperfections (I didn’t say always, I said generally.) But I hold myself to an impossible standard and, in doing so, give far too much power to those who would find fault.
I wish I only cared about not hurting others, instead of not bothering/inconveniencing/annoying others. I wonder how much of that comes from being “squashed” emotionally/creatively sometimes when my parents didn’t see things the way I did.
Dope. Maybe, also, a need for external validation. But validation and a fear of being wrong are totally related in that...
a writer and I STILL haven’t learned this. Maybe I should print it out and make myself look at it every day?
Still working on this.
Being wrong is one...my biggest fears. Which is funny, because I’ll readily admit to
I’M STILL WORKING ON IT :(