What is it about self doubt?
It takes on familiar voices, faces and attacks the very fibers of your self esteem, grinding away until it’s all threadbare and full of holes. They talk when we need to hear our own thoughts and stomp on any small confidence we might have. Now, if you’re a really healthy, self contained unit when it comes to this stuff, I admire you. I’m of the other variety – where my confidence is fragile and my ego is so delicate it almost doesn’t exist.
I did say ALMOST….. Continue reading
It’s funny how people can read the same things and get completely different things from the text.
For example, one of my favorite modern books is a short novel called The Dogs of Babel, written by Carolyn Parkhurst. The novel addresses the thoughts and behavior of a grief stricken linguistics professor after his artist wife’s death. The main character, Paul, travels some fairly hellacious ground before finally realizing the way out of his grief is to just feel it.
Dark? Yes, very.
I am not someone you can just give a meme generator to, Apple. This kind of power in the hands of a woman on the edge, like me, is very dangerous.
Or Funny. Maybe.
I’ll let you all decide. Continue reading
There’s a lot in my life that I could probably handle better. A lot better.
I’m not perfect, which is good or bad news, depending on what side you fall where perfection is concerned.
What I do know is that with the arrival of my 47th birthday, I’ve spent a lot of time like this:
I feel like this
I realize that it’s much better to feel like this: (watch the video, please…it’s the best)
In sorting through the emotional state I’m in, two things occurred to me. Continue reading
Rejection letters are part of pursuing a writing career. They are as unavoidable as death and taxes. Every single writer has gotten them. Let me repeat – EVERY. SINGLE. WRITER. Continue reading