Those words.

Those words can be paralyzing.  Those words don’t discriminate.  Those words can stop you dead in your tracks.  I’ve seen those words in the eyes of my children, and I’m hearing and feeling those words deep in my being.

Chad is my biggest cheerleader when it comes to my blog, and is convinced that someday I will write a book.  He believes I could already be writing professionally.  I don’t know about all that, it’s not like I have much of a following.

I’m not fishing for pats on the back…just laying it all out there!  Maybe you’ve felt this way before as well, about something in your life?

In a recent conversation I really dug deep and tried to figure out what bothers me so much about these words of his.  That’s when those words wormed their way into my head.

What if I’m not good enough?

Friends and family like what I write, mostly (I tell myself) because they like me.  It’s like when parents think their child’s artwork is the most beautiful in the world.  Personal affection carries weight.  But what about strangers?  Would a stranger care about what I write?  Even more than that, would a PROFESSIONAL WRITER who is also a stranger?  Doubt it.

It’s safer here.  But what if everyone stayed on the safe, easy road?

I’m just floating in these waters today.

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