I wrote this week about how familiar I am with self-doubt stifling creativity. What if people aren't interested in what I write? What if they think it's stupid? Then I remind myself that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks at this point. I'm just writing for me. If I gather an audience, so be it. We'll cross that proverbial bridge when we get to it. (Thank you to those of you who already consider my ideas worth an occasional peek!)
I overcame another small-scale self-doubt issue this afternoon. I wore shorts...in public...at the store. Now, that may sound foolish to you. But for a long time I've allowed concern for my appearance to come before my comfort. What if people laugh at my pale legs? Well, you know what? Who cares‽ It's over 80 degrees out there! (At least the humidity is back down to a mere 39%.) I'm finally getting to the point where I realize it doesn't matter so much what other people think. It's summertime: Time for shorts. So there.
At my age, don't you think it's about time that I start being...me?
I always love your vulnerability and "realness!" I'm not to the point of wearing shorts - in public or otherwise! - but maybe soon. :^)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tina! I'm better at being the "real" me than anyone else!
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