This morning. 6.16am. In bed. “Mummy, why are you and Daddy so worried? Why does Daddy keep reading the news?” “Because a bad man has been given a very important job darling, but don’t you worry, everything will be fine!” Oh the lies we tell our beautiful, innocent and loving children.
*Warning – for context, this post features some swearing so if you’re easily offended then you might want to turn away now. OK, before I begin, I should probably warn you all (yep, another warning) that I’m pretty angry. Which means I’m ready to rant and put the world to rights. If you’re not a blogger, you may not give a tuppence about this post although I’m hoping you’ll hang
WE all have those little pesky demons inside us, running amok. Even the most confident and self assured of us. Proof if ever you need it, that we’re all human and all sailing this rocky boat of life as best we can.
TO be fair most people would argue my life has been pretty odd since the day I was born. (*winks*) But you know what I’m talking about right? That sense that everything in your world just isn’t going to plan. When things feel like they’re falling apart and no matter how hard you try, everything just doesn’t want to work out. Like it should or like it normally does.
TODAY I’m back with another Agony Aunt column. I haven’t done one for a while (if you’re interested, you can catch up on the others here) so when this letter popped into my inbox, I knew straightaway that I needed to answer it quickly. Why? Because it’s something I have personally struggled with my entire life. Many thanks to the person who sent it in. I really hope it helps.
AS a blogger, it’s hard not to think that you suck sometimes. That your work has little meaning. Or to put it bluntly… that it’s total and utter crap. I feel this way every couple of weeks at least. It’s a regular occurrence in my world. An old, familiar enemy.
I THINK I may have lost my edge. I realised that last week. I looked in my wardrobe and didn’t like half the clothes that currently hang in there. I looked back over a few months work of blog posts and thought much of my work was too ‘safe’. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t see her. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t see my inner rebel.