There may well be another option: a melange of obsessive compulsiveness, perfectionism, and self-consciousness paralyzes you from doing anything that fosters a deeper sense of satisfaction, ie blogging.
I'm pleased to report that great things have been happening offline despite the aforementioned paralysis being also true in my case.
And true to my characeter, I push for connections. My last post was on the same day -- July the 12th -- a year ago. Cheers? To a year of busying myself with once-dreams: calling myself a teacher and an accompanist, and meaning it.
However, I'd like to talk a bit more about the fears that walk along every dream. Wisdom goes, "Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to act despite fear. Courage is knowing that something is greater than your fear."
The past year has proven that I am courageous in my own way, and I have learned, through experience and by observing the actions of others, that one way to manage fear is preparedness. Prepare the hands, the mind, the heart. Practice, plan, remind yourself that you love her. Whether you fly or fumble, embrace yourself.
One of my post-pandemic goals is to engage with people face-to-face. The initiative has rewarded me with colleagues who rally for my success while fully understanding that I am a fallible creature. They acknowledge my mistakes without ever making me feel that said mistakes lessen my value. If you receive such graciousness, embrace it as well.
