Secret #2

I'm afraid I'll never be good enough to do the things I want to do.



See the thing about writing is that it's very subjective. People have to like it for you to make a living off of it, right? So instead of spending my time actually doing what I'm good at, I spend it pondering whether or not I'll ever actually get a chance to do it (as in get published, have readers, etc.) And does that really make any sense?

Shouldn't I spend my time doing it instead of worrying about it?

Just write.

I love that phrase, it's simple yet speaks volumes. Pack away the worry, and the fact that I secretly doubt my worth, and just do it because I love it.