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.
Advocates of ‘limited government’ are the true utopian dreamers
As my path keeps changing, I can now admit my plans are useless
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
It’s OK to volunteer for tornado cleanup, but only if you’re not a pro
Why did I really feel annoyed? They were happy; I was jealous
Is anyone surprised at gridlock of congressional ‘super committee’?
Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’