Why do I blog? Am I really going to become a better writer? Does anything I have to say actually matter? Am I wasting my time?
It’s pointless to blog. There are so many better blogs out there. I am not very interesting and I don’t have anything very interesting to say. I am wasting my time.
And it wasn’t just blogging that fell under my critical eye. It was a week of feeling discouraged about nearly everything I do. It was a week of wanting things I don’t have. It was a week of frustration and upset and questions without answers.
Today, however, marked the end of the not-so-good week. I remembered that most of the time it is enough just to love what I do and do what I love. It is okay to live the questions without waiting for the answers.
It is okay to be me, to do what I do, right where I am. Thank you for being here with me. I look forward to the new week ahead.