That was when I realised, I am too.

I finished my article! At least the first draft. I am currently waiting for the interviewee to have a look and give me feedback.
Today I have also taken care of a feverish Hugo. When I woke him up from his sleep his cheeks were red like apples and he was hot like a sauna. 38.7 degrees. Poor thing.

On my way home I listened to one of my favourite Podcasts by two writers from Stockholm. They talked about expectations and how it is to always try to fit in and be the greatest version of yourself. How stressful and exhausting it is. And how afraid we are of failure. How we don’t dare to do what we really want because we are afraid of what other people will say. One of them said “I want to write a book, but I don’t dare. Because what if my biggest dream will be my biggest failure? What if I am not good enough?” And I thought, come on, you are already a published writer who obviously are good enough. That was when I realised, I am too.
I have been published, not as much as she has but still, and still I feel like I can’t do it. I am too afraid to write that book because I am afraid that it won’t be good enough. That I won’t be good enough for my dream to come true.
So, shall I take my own advise and believe in myself? Or should I keep thinking that everyone is better than me? (Probably the second but at least I gave it a thought).

 

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