Here I am, as I flit with inconsistency. I try to look at why I don’t enjoy writing, why I don’t enjoy painting, why even though I recently picked up gaming again (a childhood pleasure of mine) when I added streaming and putting my humor and work for others, it wasn’t the need to be liked that scared me, it was the constant “I’m not good enough” the “fear of failure”.
Looking at this blog that I haphazardly started, just to document my time through university brought me so much joy. Thank you to the show Awkward for that. I didn’t put pressure on myself to preform, to please others, I started it for me, even though I have changed through the years, I still enjoy the activities I have picked up. I also have noticed the majority of the activities that I did pick up were very lonely, don’t get me wrong love my me time. But what dipping my toes into the virtual world again taught me, is that I love connecting with people.
My really good friend told me something that stuck with me forever, “Learning from other people’s experience and stories is probably the best way to learn.”
We both connected on that and I realized that it was one of the reasons I liked talking to people so much, and now (for me) realizing that physical face to face conversation aren’t the only thing that offers that kind of connection. And I also realized only recently, as much as I look to others to learn from, people do even if it be a few, look to me to learn from as well. And brings me happiness is being able to help someone from my struggles and past so that they hurt a little less going through life.
So rather than treating each work or piece as my ride or die activity, I’m reminding myself to enjoy the things I enjoy and take time put together my works to help others. I will remind myself today and onwards to treat myself with kindness as I treat others. Slowly turning down the volume on my own critiquing.