There’s a lot of knowledge out there. I’d love to wrap my brain around it. Thank you universe and Steve Jobs for ipods. It keeps my brain busy while I type.
Joy the Baker is my current blog crush. I’m now listening to two of her podcasts. They don’t actually talk a lot about specifics of blogging, but what they do discuss sometimes is how they started out feeling timid and thinking it would never work. Maybe they have more money than me, but maybe I shouldn’t let that stop me.
It’s good for me. I need to know that other people are also insecure. It seems like everyone else in the universe has their stuff together and I’m the only woman in her mid-thirties who still doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. Why couldn’t I have just become an accountant like normal people? Well, I guess I tried a normal career for a while. It didn’t work out so well. Now I’m nothing, but I want to be something. And I want to write about it.
I’ve seen several friends post on Facebook lately about being nervous about taking a risk and trying something new. My advice is always go for it. Some of the best things that have ever happened to me were the result of doing something terrifying.
If the definition of courage is being afraid but doing it anyway, I guess that’s me. I am becoming more and more determined by the day. I think I have a unique perspective to add to the blogosphere. The scared part of my brain thinks it might perhaps be too unique. What if nobody gets me? But then the crazy part says, “Who cares? Do it anyway.” So what if I have to learn a million things about photography and design. It’s only knowledge. I can figure it out.
I wish I had a mentor. I need a Jack Donaghy to tell me when I’m being ridiculous, answer all my questions, and hold my hand. Any takers? No? I guess I’m on my own.