Frustrated with myself for…
thinking I can write as good as the best writer
thinking that I’m really not that good
thinking … period
wishing that life could be different
realizing that it can be different, if I make a change
not knowing how to make a change or even where to start
knowing how to make a change and how to start but being scared to death of it
knowing that God is with me and for me and that I can trust Him, but realizing that I must not be fully trusting Him because of how burdened down I seem
thinking so much that I don’t eat when I need to
being concerned that people who read this will think I’m a terrible writer
being concerned that people who read this will think I actually have something to say
being concerned what others think about me (After all, what difference does it make?)
Frustrated with and yet thankful for those who read my “Real Like the Velveteen Rabbit?” post from yesterday because…
one person commented on the actual post
a couple of people replied via email saying that I don’t need to ask people what to write about (duh, I know that!)
several people replied via text saying…
I follow your blog now; I subscribed
I never knew you wanted to be a writer?!
I knew you had a hidden talent somewhere
I want to go read that again sometime
I wish you the best in your endeavor
I love your picture!
I wasn’t seeking approval! Or, was I? (sigh) <— Add this to my "frustrated with myself" list (above).
So many clichés about life are true and yet I wish they weren't. I wish there was a way to 'break the cycle' in a sense. I don't want to be like the next person. I don't want to be famous. I'm tired of taking baby steps like Bob. I just wish I could express myself and have someone validate me. And yet, when validation is received, then what? What do I do with that? Where do I go from there? What’s really the point of any of this?