I’m a thinker, a die-hard, hardcore, cannot-stop, thinker who thinks about everything under the sun and more. That’s how I’ve always been and I believe that’s how I’ll always be.
Yesterday, during work, I thought about what I’m truly good at and as sad as it sounds, I couldn’t come up with anything. Sure, I’m a decent writer, but there’s always room for improvement.
The other day, I asked a friend of mine to look over an article I’d like to submit to HelloGiggles on body image. When she emailed me the article back, I was embarrassed. Most of it was in RED. There were too many edits to count. That really brought me down because what the hell did I go to school for 3 years for? To have extreme edits done to my articles?
She told me the following, “That red is going to make you become a BETTER writer.”
“The red says, “I’m learning.” Don’t you ever give up.”
And, this, “I think you are a good writer simply because you want to tell the world your story.”
I was chatting with the boyfriend last night telling him about this conversation. I simply said, “And, I couldn’t list the things I’m truly good at.” Like, what the hell am I good at?
Well, I did note Journalism. I know how to interview people, which questions to ask and how to write-up a good ol’ fashioned article afterward. So, maybe that’s what I’m good at. But, I must say that it truly hurts questioning your worth. It hurts feeling as if you have no skills whatsoever when you’ve gone to school for 6 years! I’m sure I’m good at other things, but I just can’t think of them. How sad.
I think I’d like to venture back into the magazine industry. I’d love to be engrossed in fashion, beauty, health & fitness and I feel important once again. I truly feel like crud. That doesn’t sound so optimistic in my book.
Therefore, I must change it instead of what I used to do: Complain. I’d complain until the crows came out and I wanted everyone to feel sorry and pity me. Nope, I can no longer do that because guess what, you don’t feel sorry for me, instead you plainly think I’m pathetic.
So, let’s re-think and re-evaluate my situation. Let’s breath in and out and come back. I must focus more on writing and reading. It’s difficult to work a FT job and commit to both, but I must do what I have to do.
MAGAZINES. MAGAZINES. MAGAZINES.