Sometimes the hardest thing to do in life is to remember where you’ve left off. To realize that you have fallen off the face of the map and even when every little part of your body tells you to step away, your heart screams to get back on track. It can be the little things, like getting back to the gym or committing to do your best at work after a tough stretch of mediocrity.
Other times it’s the one thing you have confidence in. Nobody can take it away from you. You love it so much that only an angry herd of elephants stomping all over you can rattle your belief.
Unless of course the most dangerous weapon of all-time gets in the way. Self-doubt is one huge bitch.
One that you can’t hide from.
For six months self-doubt has been holding me back. There are not many things in this life that I have more passion for than writing. For some reason though, the passion turned to passing. The pen went dry. What seemed to be my life’s passion turned to a helpless rut that at times seemed to be more of a hassle than a love. For quite some time I acted like I could care less about the next time something from my brain fused to words on paper.
Now I am more than pissed I let it come to this.
No, it isnt a life threatening event. Nobody was hurt in the lack of my writing and nobody besides me really cared. It is time though to stop the fear and burst back onto the scene (no matter how small it is).
Here’s to following your passion no matter how annoying, tedious or fearful you are of it. It’s okay to steer away from your love, but always remember at some point you have to get back on the saddle. Even if it means worrying about what’s next and what people think.
