Let's start with hello. Hello!
Should we dive right in?
As the world fights a new disease, I find myself on the wrong side of unemployed, under self-imposed house arrest, and with loads of time to spare. I go online and see people in a similar situation to mine, but it feels like everyone else is using their time to turn side hustles into prospering businesses... Or turn their bodies into sculpted machines... Turn their kitchens into semi-pro bakeries... Long hair into bobs with freaken bangs...
You get the idea.
If I sound critical, what you're really hearing is envy. Those people are unafraid to put themselves out there, try something new, reveal themselves to the world and see what comes next. What's the worst that could happen? And if the worst should happen, so what?
Writing (in any formal or professional way) is a longstanding back burner goal of mine. The thing is, when I try to write, I'm weirdly embarrassed and self-conscious, even when it's something personal that I don't intend to share with anyone. And that's the other thing -- sharing. Opening yourself to others is already a nerve-wracking experience, made even more daunting when, by and large today, value is quantified by number of likes, retweets, follows.
Over the years, there have been fits and starts -- so many abandoned blogs and pretty journals with only three or four pages filled. At some point, my brain clouds over with annoying questions. Do I actually have anything worth saying, or will I just sound stupid, vapid, annoying? Who wants to listen? Why should they bother?
So I just... don't do it.
Raise your hand if you're your own worst enemy, too.
So fuck it. Time to let myself off the hook and just do the damn thing. No more mean judgment and self-criticism. If a looming apocalypse isn't enough motivation to finally give your dreams a shot, I don't know what to tell you.
Wish me luck! I'll be sending positive energy into the stratosphere in return :)
Stefania
Should we dive right in?
As the world fights a new disease, I find myself on the wrong side of unemployed, under self-imposed house arrest, and with loads of time to spare. I go online and see people in a similar situation to mine, but it feels like everyone else is using their time to turn side hustles into prospering businesses... Or turn their bodies into sculpted machines... Turn their kitchens into semi-pro bakeries... Long hair into bobs with freaken bangs...
You get the idea.
If I sound critical, what you're really hearing is envy. Those people are unafraid to put themselves out there, try something new, reveal themselves to the world and see what comes next. What's the worst that could happen? And if the worst should happen, so what?
Writing (in any formal or professional way) is a longstanding back burner goal of mine. The thing is, when I try to write, I'm weirdly embarrassed and self-conscious, even when it's something personal that I don't intend to share with anyone. And that's the other thing -- sharing. Opening yourself to others is already a nerve-wracking experience, made even more daunting when, by and large today, value is quantified by number of likes, retweets, follows.
Over the years, there have been fits and starts -- so many abandoned blogs and pretty journals with only three or four pages filled. At some point, my brain clouds over with annoying questions. Do I actually have anything worth saying, or will I just sound stupid, vapid, annoying? Who wants to listen? Why should they bother?
So I just... don't do it.
Raise your hand if you're your own worst enemy, too.
So fuck it. Time to let myself off the hook and just do the damn thing. No more mean judgment and self-criticism. If a looming apocalypse isn't enough motivation to finally give your dreams a shot, I don't know what to tell you.
Wish me luck! I'll be sending positive energy into the stratosphere in return :)
Stefania
