I am terrified of not being perfect — mortally afraid of being judged as unworthy.
For many years, I’ve mostly stuck to doing things I already knew how to do. That was safer. I had been writing for the public since I was in high school. I had taken photos and done graphic design — for newspapers, magazines and advertising — since I was a teen.
My work wasn’t perfect, but I was competent enough to feel like an expert. I could put my work in front of the public — expose myself in a very real way — without fear of looking too foolish.
Lately, I’ve been trying something at which I’m a beginner. I’m a rank amateur. And I am terrified.
Even when folks praise my work, my secret fear is I may be a fraud
When times turn too dark in my life, I’m grateful for furry antidepressant
Pinning big hopes on Mitt Romney? He’s a hypocrite on ObamaCare
Fear of Big Brother: What good are rights if you’re afraid to use them?
What would you say if you could converse with your 12-year-old self?
What do we prove with huge houses we can’t afford to pay for or even fill?
Psychiatrist’s insight might be link between spiritual, material worlds
Unity sounds nice, but truth is we need freedom to go our own ways