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.
Brutal truth is that we will never be able to fix all of world’s evils
Nothing new here: Russell Brand pushing same old socialist idiocy
In the great new culture war over Thanksgiving shopping, I’m neutral
A broken heart is devastating, but closing yourself to love is worse
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel