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.
Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
Free tires for a stranger? We forget all the people doing good
Could ‘free cities’ — existing inside more restrictive states — be a first step toward freedom?
Quit thinking about ‘jobs’; Think about what value you can provide
Inner alarm is louder every day; big changes must come to my life
I’d be thrilled if Ron Paul were elected, but I won’t vote for him