Back in NoJoMo for 2013, I listed writing as one of the things that used to scare me, but I’ve gotten over it.
I also despaired about how bad some of my old stuff sucked. My writing still sucks. My blog still sucks. But I really don’t care. I write in my journal/blog/diary/whatever for me.
Whatever feedback I get is lagniappe. I do go back and read my drivel on occasion. I try to remember what my state of mind was, and analyze it.
Was I wrong to have felt the way I did?
Was something else about to happen that I was completely blind to?
2013 kinda drives that last one home; had I known how I was about to be unceremoniously dumped, I wouldn’t have been trying as hard as I was to be a good “team player.” And I wouldn’t have been as complacent as I was away at Shmoocon 2014.
Too often the past few years I’ve sold myself short. How many tesn of thousands fo dollars has that cost me?
I’m certainly not the same go-getter I was in, say, 2008. But there isn’t a reason I should be earning less money than I was then.