Sometimes, I'm a chronic over-thinker.
Not in a good, productive, healthy and consciously aware way -
or in an OCD-but-for-the-benefit-of-my-job kind of way,
but more so in a detrimental overly judgmental and self-doubting anal and hyper critical way.
Which is why I love this blog.
Somehow — despite my perpetual sense of psychosis — through some strange psychological process, I've been able to dispel all of my terrible, restricting, and counter-productive thoughts about the quality of my work or the success of my ideas or the reception of my personality by others - and just be very ... me.
In a sense, I've been able to take the same strategy that I've slowly learned to use for the way I dress,
and apply it to the way that I approach this blog.
Whereas once, I was hyper-prone to analyzing everything that both myself and those around me wore,
I've evolved to a stage at which I no longer think twice about my sartorial likes and dislikes.
While at work, I worry I'm not good enough.
With love, I worry I'm too selfish.
And in life, I worry I'm too far behind.
But when getting dressed — and by gradual extension —
now when typing in this little box —
I don't have to think twice.
And I certainly don't edit based upon the expectations of others.
I'm kind of weird.
And I don't mind.
I want to approach my life with that same attitude.
Confidently, unabashedly and unapologetically.
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Striving to be — but not obsessed with being— the best.
Aware of — but not debilitated by — the possibility of failure.
Confident in — but not committed to — my instincts and opinions.
Basically, living my life with the same confidence that I exude
when buying a pair of shoes.
That's not shallow, right?