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.
Why exactly is it such a big deal to be invited to the White House?
Goodbye, Thomas (2006?-2023)
When times turn too dark in my life, I’m grateful for furry antidepressant
Childhood programming trains us to wait for authority’s permission
Today’s kids learning they should fear police, not respect them
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Deadly sugar-filled diet choices mean slow suicide for millions