The reader may be right, but I am more pleased with accepting that I am wrong

Procrastination, hypocrisy, faith, productivity, depression – an endless stream of topics lies before us this year.  I’ve been swimming in the first word of this post, but I’ll not explain why until another scribbling.  A reader recently said that I’m not only a bad writer, but I have nothing to say.  Some may take these kinds of notes as offensive, or view them as a setback.  I, for one, feel they are on point with the very core of what I’m attempting to accomplish here and in all facets of my path.  Way back when in two thousand odd eleven, I said in my first real blog post that I will allow myself to suck at many things going forward.  The idea is to keep working at them no matter what.  Keep writing, keep producing shows, keep practicing music, keep running, and keep trying to improve myself.  More importantly I must allow myself to fail from time to time.  Not being great at something right out of the gate is precisely the underlying point to be made here.  Many of us are nonstarters because we feel we can’t measure up to those that have been doing something well for a very long time.  I feel we shouldn’t place ourselves and our personal (often creative) progress on a timeline to compare against others.  This is a losing game and only serves to make us feel inadequate and somehow falling behind.  Time is only linear in how we have chosen to measure it.  I understand it’s inane to say “compare you to yourself, only”, but it’s true.  I’m the only dog in the hunt here as I’m the only person I need to really please.  Ultimately, I’m the only one who has to live with me.  I’m not trying to be a professional writer.  I’m using this platform to share my experiences as I find it an outlet and catharsis that has expedited my awareness of what I’m experiencing, ergo healing.  To take these ideas that float about in my day, to put into words my thoughts and feelings, and to share an open forum whereby I and readers coexist in a mutual quandary with no seemingly easy solutions, is one of the most honest exchanges I enjoy.  We often hear or read so many folks who have the answers.  I think it’s great to not have any, appreciate the process before the goal, and suck at it along the way.  The reader may be right, but I am more pleased with accepting that I am wrong.  I am blessed to be given the opportunity to be wrong again tomorrow.

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